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