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 and by the whiskers on my chin new orleans i ll be there i ll drink you under the table be red nosed 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 that there s a dixie moon new orleans i ll be there and deal the cards roll the dice if it ain t that old chuck e weiss and claiborne avenue me and you sam jones and all and 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 me new orleans i ll be there1