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 tall cool ones, play some pool and listen To that tenor saxophone calling me home
And I hear the band begin The Saints go marching in By the whiskers on my chin, New Orleans I'll be there I'll drink you under the table, be red nose, go walks The old haunts what I wants is red beans and rice
And wear the dress I like so meet me at the old saloon Make sure there's a Dixie Moon, New Orleans I'll be And deal the cards, roll the dice, if it ain't that ole Chuck 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 in arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me New Orleans I'll be there