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 there to greet us

Where all the proud and elite folks meet

Heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street

Basin Street is the street

Where the best folks 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, oh yes-sirree

Where welcome's free and dear to me

Where I can lose, lose my Basin Street Blues

Basin Street, oh Basin Street

Is the street, mama

New Orleans, land of dreams