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 Well, I wish I was in New  I can see it in my dreams
 Arm in arm down Burgundy, a bottle and  friends and me
 Hoist up a few tall cool ones, play some  and listen
 To that tenor saxophone calling  home
 
 And I can hear the band begin when The Saints go  in
 By the whiskers on my chin, New Orleans I'll be 
  drink you under the table, be red nose, go for walks
 The old haunts what I wants is  beans and rice
 
  wear the dress I like so well, meet me at the old saloon
 Make sure there's a  Moon, New Orleans I'll be there
 And deal  cards, roll the dice, if it ain't that ole Chuck E. Weiss
 And Clayborn avenue me and  Sam Jones and all
 
 And I wish I was in  Orleans, I can see it in my dreams
 Arm in arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and 
 New Orleans  be there