Tom Waits - I Wish I Was In New Orleans

Well, I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see 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 a 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, I can see in my dreams

Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me

New Orleans, I'll be there

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