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 Is 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 nose go for walks and The old haunts what I wants Is red beans and rice
And wear the dress I like so well 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 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 thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
