| Well I wish I was in New Orleans
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| I can see it in my dreams
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| Arm in arm down Burgundy
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| A bottle and my friends and me Hoist up a few tall cool ones
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| Play some pool and listen to that
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| Tenor saxaphone calling me home
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| And I can hear the band begin
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| When The Saints Go Marching In By the whiskers on my chin
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| New Orleans I’ll be there
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| I’ll drink you under the table
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| Be red nose go for walks
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| The old haunts what I wants
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| Is red beans and rice
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| And wear the dress I like so well
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| Meet me at the old saloon
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| Make sure there’s a Dixie moon
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| New Orleans I’ll be there
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| And deal the cards roll the dice
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| If it ain’t that ole Chuck E. Weiss
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| And Clayborn Avenue me and you
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| Sam Jones and all
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| And I wish I was in New Orleans
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| I can see it in my dreams
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| Arm in arm down Burgundy
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| A bottle and my friends and me New Orleans I’ll be there |