Cifra de I Wish I Was In New Orleans - Tom Waits
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Primeiro acorde: C 16 acordes identificados
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
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
Hoist up a few tall cool ones, play some pool
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,
A bottle and my friends and me,
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
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
Hoist up a few tall cool ones, play some pool
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,
A bottle and my friends and me,
New Orleans I'll be there.