Iwish I Was In New Orleans

Intro:
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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  Bur  gun  dy
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A bottle  and   my  friends and me
           F         G7
Hoist up a few tall  cool ones play some
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pool and  listen to that tenor saxophone
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callin me home.


And I can hear the band begin
"When the Saints Go Marchin' In"
By the whiskers on my chin
New Orleans I'll be there

I'll drink you under the table
beer 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 Claythorn Avenue me and you
Sam Jones and all

And I wish I was in New Orleans
I can see it in my dreams
Arm in arm down Burgundy
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A bottle and, my friends and me,
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New Orleans I'll be there


Alternative version:

Intro:
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C   C9   F   Em7  Ebdim7     {  Ebdim7 = 001212
C   G7   C   G7

       C         C9        F         Cadd9
Well I wish  I   was  in   New     Orleans
C         Am7       Dm7       G7
I   can   see  it   in my dreams
C         C9        F         Cadd9        Cadd9 = 032030
Arm  in   arm down  Bur  gun  dy
C         Am7       Dm7     G7   C   C9
A bottle  and   my  friends and me
           F         G7
Hoist up a few tall  cool ones play some
C         Am7            D7
pool and  listen to that tenor saxophone
G         G7
callin me home.


And I can hear the band begin
"When the Saints Go Marchin' In"
By the whiskers on my chin
New Orleans I'll be there

I'll drink you under the table
beer 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 Claythorn Avenue me and you
Sam Jones and all

And I wish I was in New Orleans
I can see it in my dreams
Arm in arm down Burgundy
   C      F        C         F
A bottle and, my friends and me,
    C       Dm7       G      Ab        C
New Orleans I'll ... be ... there