I Wish I Was in New Orleans & When the saints go marching in
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 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 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 Clayborn avenue me and you, Sam Jones and all Oh, when the saints, go marching in, Yes when the saints go marching in. Oh Lord I want to be in that ever lovin' number When the saints go marching in.
Oh, when the saints, go marching in, Yes when the saints go marching in. Oh Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in.
Yes when the saints, go marching in, Yes when the saints go marching in. Oh Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in.
Oh yes, I had a dear old mother, And if you should see her before I do, Won't you tell her that you saw me coming, I was struttin' straight on through
Yes when the saints, go marching in, Yes when the saints go marching in. Oh Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in.
Oh, when the saints, go marching in, Yes when the saints go marching in. Oh Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in.