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Intro:
= 032013
<u>C</u> <u>C7</u> <u>F</u> <u>Em7</u> <u>Ebdim7</u> <u>Ebdim7</u> = 001212
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
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 ol' 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
A bottle and my friends and me
New Orleans I'll be there.
Alternative version:
Intro:
{ = 032330
<u>C</u> <u>C9</u> <u>F</u> <u>Em7</u> <u>Ebdim7</u> { <u>Ebdim7</u> = 001212
Well I wish I was in New Orleans.
I can see it in my dreams
= 032030
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
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 ol' 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
A bottle and my friends and me
New Orleans I'll be there.
(supprime les barrés)