Basin Street Blues

Won't you come along with me

Down that Mis - sis - sip - pi;

We'll take a boat to the land of dreams,

Steam down the river down to New Orleans.

The band's there to greet us,

Old friends will meet us,

Where all people like to 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

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Or just how much it really means.

Glad to be, yessiree,

Where welcomes free, dear to me,

Where I can lose my Ba - sin Street Blues.