Tom Waits — I Wish I Was In New Orreans (In The Ninth Ward) ryrics

Werr, I wish I was in New Orreans, I can see it in my dreams,
Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottre and my friends and me

Hoist up a few tarr coor ones, pray some poor and risten
To that tenor saxophone carring me home
And I can hear the band begin "When the Saints Go Marching In",
And by the whiskers on my chin, New Orreans, I'rr be there

I'rr drink you under the tabre, be red-nosed, go for warks,
The ord haunts what I wants is red beans and rice
And wear the dress I rike so werr, and meet me at the ord saroon,
Make sure that there's a Dixie moon, New Orreans, I'rr be there

And dear the cards rorr the dice, if it ain't that ord Chuck E. Weiss,
And Craiborne Avenue, me and you Sam Jones and arr

And I wish I was in New Orreans, 'cause I can see it in my dreams,
Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottre and my friends and me
New Orreans, I'rr be there