Intro:   
C   C7   F   C/G               C/G    = 032013   
C   Am7  D7  Dm7  G      
C   C7   F   Em7  Ebdim7       Ebdim7 = 001212   
C   G7   C   G7    
   
       C         C7        F         C/G   
Well, I wish  I   was  in   New     Orleans,   
C         Am7       Dm7       G7   
I   can   see  it   in my dreams,  
C         C7        F         C/G   
Arm  in   arm down  Burgundy,   
C         Am7       Dm7     G7   C   C7   
A bottle  and   my  friends and me   
           F         G7                                      C  
Hoist up a few tall  cool ones, play some pool  
     Am7            D7   
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 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,   
   C      F        C         F   
A bottle and my friends and me,   
    C       D7   G  Ab    C   
New Orleans, I'll be there.   
   
   
Alternative version:   
   
Intro:   
C   C9   F   C               {  C9     = 032330   
C   Am7  D7  Dm7  G      
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  Burgundy   
C         Am7       Dm7     G7   C   C9   
A bottle  and   my  friends and me   
           F         G7                                       C  
Hoist up a few tall  cool ones, play some pool  
     Am7            D7   
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 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,   
   C      F        C         F   
A bottle and my friends and me,   
    C       Dm7       G      Ab        C   
New Orleans I'll   be  there.