Well, I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see it in my Arm in arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me Hoist up few tall cool ones, play some pool listen To that tenor saxophone calling me home
And I can hear the band begin when The Saints go marching in the whiskers on my chin, New Orleans I'll be there I'll drink you under the be red nose, go for walks The old haunts what I wants is red beans and rice
And wear the dress I like well, meet me at the old saloon Make sure there's a Dixie Moon, New Orleans be there And deal the cards, roll the dice, if it ain't that ole Chuck E. Weiss Clayborn avenue me and you, Sam and all
And I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see it in my dreams Arm in arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my and me New Orleans I'll be there