Well, wish I was in New Orleans, I can see it in my dreams Arm in arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my and me Hoist up a few tall cool ones, play some pool and listen To that tenor saxophone calling me home
And I can the band begin when The Saints go marching in By the whiskers on chin, New Orleans I'll be there I'll drink you under the table, be red nose, go for walks The old haunts what wants is red beans and rice
And wear the dress I like so well, meet 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 Chuck E. Weiss And Clayborn avenue me and you, Sam Jones and all
And I wish I in New Orleans, I can see it in my Arm in arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me New Orleans I'll be there