Tom Waits - I wish i was in new orleans
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I WISH I WAS IN NEW ORLEANS        TOM WAITS
Intro:
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C   Am7  D7  Dm7  G
C   C7   F   Em7  Ebdim7       Ebdim7 = 001212
C   G7   C   G7
		Well I Cwish  I   C7was  in   FNew     OrC/Gleans
CI   can   Am7see  it   Dm7in my dreaG7ms
CArm  in   C7arm down  FBur  gun  C/Gdy
CA bottle  Am7and   my  Dm7friends G7and mCe   C7
Hoist up a G7few tall  cool ones play some
Cpool and  Am7listen to that D7tenor saxophone
Gcallin me G7home.
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
A bCottle aFnd, my frCiends and Fme,
New COrleans D7I'll Gbe Abthere C
Alternative version:
Intro:
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C   Am7  D7  Dm7  G
C   C9   F   Em7  Ebdim7     [  Ebdim7 = 001212
C   G7   C   G7
Well I Cwish  I   C9was  in   FNew     OrCadd9leans
CI   can   Am7see  it   Dm7in my dreaG7ms
C         C9        F         Cadd9        Cadd9 = 032030
Arm  in   arm down  Bur  gun  dy
CA bottle  Am7and   my  Dm7friends G7and mCe   C9
Hoist up a G7few tall  cool ones play some
Cpool and  Am7listen to that D7tenor saxophone
Gcallin me G7home.
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
A bCottle aFnd, my frCiends and Fme,
New COrleans Dm7I'll ... bGe ... tAbhere      C
