I Wish I Was in New Orleans
Tom Waits Lyrics


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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 calling me home
And I can hear the band begin When the Saints Go Marching In,
And by the whiskers on my chin, New Orleans, I'll be there
I'll drink you under the table, be red-nosed, go for walks,
The old haunts what I wants is red beans and rice
And wear the dress I like so well, and meet me at the old saloon,
Make sure that there's a Dixie moon, New Orleans, I'll be there

And deal the cards roll the dice, if it ain't that old Chuck E. Weiss,
And Claiborne Avenue, me and you Sam Jones and all

And I wish I was in New Orleans, 'cause 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

Overall Meaning

The song "I Wish I Was In New Orleans" by Tom Waits paints a vivid picture of the singer's longing for the city of New Orleans. To him, it is a place where he can be carefree and indulgent, enjoying the company of his friends and the music of the city.


The lyrics begin with the singer expressing his wish to be in New Orleans, which he can see in his dreams, walking arm-in-arm with his friends down Burgundy Street, with a bottle in hand. They would hoist up a few tall cool ones and play some pool, while listening to the tenor saxophone and jazz music calling him home. He can hear the band begin to play "When the Saints Go Marching In," a well-known jazz standard, and knows he needs to be there.


The lyrics continue with the singer's descriptions of what he wants to do when he gets to New Orleans. He wants to drink to excess, be red-nosed, and go for walks. He desires to visit the old haunts where he can find his favorite dish, red beans and rice, and wear his favorite dress while meeting his friends at the old saloon. He also wants to play cards and roll dice with his friends, specifically mentioning Chuck E. Weiss and Claiborne Avenue.


Overall, the song is a wistful expression of the singer's longing for a place where he can let go of his troubles and live in the moment, surrounded by friends, music, and indulgences.


Line by Line Meaning

Well, I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see it in my dreams,
The persona longs to be in New Orleans which has been a recurrent dream of his.


Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me
He wishes to stroll down Burgundy Street with his friends, enjoying a bottle of wine.


Hoist up a few tall cool ones, play some pool and listen
The persona wants to enjoy some drinks and play pool while listening to music.


To that tenor saxophone calling me home
The sound of the tenor saxophone makes him feel at home.


And I can hear the band begin When the Saints Go Marching In,
He anticipates listening to the band play 'When the Saints Go Marching In'.


And by the whiskers on my chin, New Orleans, I'll be there
The persona is willing to make the journey to New Orleans and get there in any way possible.


I'll drink you under the table, be red-nosed, go for walks,
He intends to drink a lot and intoxicate himself, going for walks under the influence.


The old haunts what I wants is red beans and rice
He craves the experience of visiting familiar places in New Orleans and consuming their famous dish, red beans and rice.


And wear the dress I like so well, and meet me at the old saloon,
He wishes to wear his favorite dress while meeting his friends at a nostalgic bar in New Orleans.


Make sure that there's a Dixie moon, New Orleans, I'll be there
He wants to be in New Orleans during the Dixie moon phase, and he emphasizes that he will definitely be there.


And deal the cards roll the dice, if it ain't that old Chuck E. Weiss,
He wants to be engaged in gambling activities and mentions that it has to be with a particular person called Chuck E. Weiss.


And Claiborne Avenue, me and you Sam Jones and all
He wants to visit Claiborne Avenue with his friends, including Sam Jones.


And I wish I was in New Orleans, 'cause I can see it in my dreams,
The persona reiterates his longing to visit New Orleans, as it is a part of his recurring dreams.


Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me
He wants to walk down Burgundy Street holding arms with his friends while enjoying a bottle of wine.


New Orleans, I'll be there
The persona assures that he will definitely be in New Orleans.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, JALMA MUSIC
Written by: THOMAS ALAN WAITS

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Jake Boi

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 calling me home
And I can hear the band begin
When The Saints Go Marching In
By the whiskers on my chin
New Orleans I'll be there

I'll drink you under the table
Be 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 Clayborn 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



All comments from YouTube:

nri1969

Of all the songs written about New Orleans by outsiders, this is one of only a very few that make me think, "Okay, that guy got it." Thanks to coolcrowe87 for posting this. Your heart's in the right place. And to everyone else: please don't forget us, we're still here. It could happen to your town, too.

Eddie Black

An amazing story teller/singer/poet who creates movies with his songs, this and Tom Trouberts Blues are just Masterpieces!!

Johnny Shamrock

ya ain't wrong there Eddie.
Love this guy

Robin Heyer

This is the most heartbreakingly beautiful video I have ever watched. It is my favorite Tom Waits song. The pictures are perfect. Thank you.

CHARLES SUNDE

Horrific disaster, beautiful song, wonderful tribute.

Lucy Lloyd

I wanted to write something here.......... but the words haven't been invented to say how great this is.

Denmark

Bussin

OldPatsy3010

Brilliantly juxtaposed. Great vid, would bring a tear to glass eye.

mario7frankielee

who talks to you?
you should not be here!
go back to your world.

mario7frankielee

@***** don`t you know that you are not allowed to write?
you better hide you ugly fuck

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