Lyrics
And clayborn avenue me and you, i can see it in my dreams Was, make sure there s a dixie moon
well i wish i was in new orleans
If it ain t that ole chuck e, i can see it in my dreams, and i wish i was in new orleans
New orleans i ll be there, a bottle and my friends and me new orleans i ll be there New, i ll drink you under the table
And clayborn avenue me and you, meet me at the old saloon Orleans, and i wish i was in new orleans
The old haunts what i wants, play some pool and listen to that In, and clayborn avenue me and you
New orleans i ll be there, and i wish i was in new orleans Tom, arm in arm down burgundy
A bottle and my friends and me hoist up a few tall cool ones, arm in arm down burgundy New, and wear the dress i like so well
Meet me at the old saloon, a bottle and my friends and me hoist up a few tall cool ones
is red beans and rice
Be red nose go for walks, play some pool and listen to that
new orleans i ll be there
and clayborn avenue me and you
tenor saxaphone calling me home
Arm in arm down burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me hoist up a few tall cool ones, arm in arm down burgundy
Meet me at the old saloon, meet me at the old saloon Waits, if it ain t that ole chuck e
I ll drink you under the table, be red nose go for walks, arm in arm down burgundy
arm in arm down burgundy
Well i wish i was in new orleans, when the saints go marching in by the whiskers on my chin, and clayborn avenue me and you
is red beans and rice
i can see it in my dreams
Tenor saxaphone calling me home, and deal the cards roll the dice
Make sure there s a dixie moon, well i wish i was in new orleans, and wear the dress i like so well
I can see it in my dreams, and clayborn avenue me and you Wish, i ll drink you under the table
new orleans i ll be there
and i wish i was in new orleans
A bottle and my friends and me hoist up a few tall cool ones, sam jones and all, i can see it in my dreams
meet me at the old saloon
arm in arm down burgundy
Meet me at the old saloon, and clayborn avenue me and you, a bottle and my friends and me hoist up a few tall cool ones
The old haunts what i wants, well i wish i was in new orleans, arm in arm down burgundy
Arm in arm down burgundy, tenor saxaphone calling me home Waits, the old haunts what i wants
The old haunts what i wants, be red nose go for walks, when the saints go marching in by the whiskers on my chin
when the saints go marching in by the whiskers on my chin
arm in arm down burgundy
Well i wish i was in new orleans, a bottle and my friends and me hoist up a few tall cool ones
meet me at the old saloon
A bottle and my friends and me new orleans i ll be there, tenor saxaphone calling me home, i can see it in my dreams
Be red nose go for walks, sam jones and all
When the saints go marching in by the whiskers on my chin, a bottle and my friends and me new orleans i ll be there, arm in arm down burgundy
and i can hear the band begin
If it ain t that ole chuck e, play some pool and listen to that, when the saints go marching in by the whiskers on my chin
Be red nose go for walks, and clayborn avenue me and you Ninth, i can see it in my dreams
play some pool and listen to that
Sam jones and all, play some pool and listen to that
i can see it in my dreams
I ll drink you under the table, i ll drink you under the table, sam jones and all
I ll drink you under the table, be red nose go for walks, new orleans i ll be there
When the saints go marching in by the whiskers on my chin, and i wish i was in new orleans
Make sure there s a dixie moon, sam jones and all Was, when the saints go marching in by the whiskers on my chin
and wear the dress i like so well
I can see it in my dreams, is red beans and rice
Tenor saxaphone calling me home, when the saints go marching in by the whiskers on my chin
a bottle and my friends and me new orleans i ll be there
New orleans i ll be there, make sure there s a dixie moon Tom, tenor saxaphone calling me home