I Wish I Was In New Orleans

Well, I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see it in my dreams,Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and meHoist up a few tall cool ones, play some pool and listenTo that tenor saxophone calling me homeAnd I can hear the band begin "When the Saints Go Marching In",And by the whiskers on my chin, New Orleans, I'll be thereI'll drink you under the table, be red-nosed, go for walks,The old haunts what I wants is red beans and riceAnd wear the dress I like so well, and meet me at the old saloon,Make sure that there's a Dixie moon, New Orleans, I'll be thereAnd deal the cards roll the dice, if it ain't that old Chuck E. Weiss,And Claiborne Avenue, me and you Sam Jones and allAnd I wish I was in New Orleans, 'cause I can see it in my dreams,Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and meNew Orleans, I'll be there