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 that's 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
And the old haunts what I wants is red beans and rice
And wear the dress I like so well
Then 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 ol' Chuck E. Weiss
And Clayborn 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 there