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 me   hoist up a few tall cool ones   play some pool and listen to that   tenor saxophone calling me home   and I can hear the band begin   "When 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 for walks   the old haunts what I wants   is red beans and rice   and wear the dress I like so well   and meet me at the old 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 me and you   Sam Jones and all   and 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 me   New Orleans, I'll be there