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