Basin Street Blues

Won't you come along with me? To the Mississippi? We'll take a boat to the land of dreams Steam down the river, down to New Orleans The band's there to meet us Old friends, to greet us Where all the rich and the poor folks meet Heaven on earth, they call it, Basin Street Basin Street, is the street Where the elite, always meet In New Orleans, land of dreams You'll never know how nice it seems Or just how much, it really means Glad to be, yes-siree Where welcomes free, dear to me Where I can lose, my Basin Street blues Basin Street, is the street Where the elite, always meet In New Orleans, land of dreams You'll never know how nice it seems Or just how much it really means Glad to be, yes-siree Where welcomes free, dear to me Where I can lose, my Basin Street blues