Basin Street Blues

No won't you come along with me

Down the Mississippi

We'll take trip to the land of dreams

Floatin' down the river down to New Orleans

And the band'll be there to meet us

Oh, friends to greet us

That's where the light and the dark folks meet

A heaven on earth - they call it Basin Street

Basin street is the street

Where the elite always meet

Out in New Orleans, the land of dreams

You'll never know how nice it seems

Or just how much it really means

And I'd rather be, yes-sir-ee

New Orleans the land of dreams

Where I can lose my Basin Street blues

Now ain't you glad you came with me

We went down the Mississippi

We took a trip

To the land of dreams

We floated down the river

Down to New Orleans

Basin street - that's the street

Where the elite always meet

Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams

And you'll never know how nice it seems

Or just how much it really means

I'd rather be, yes-sir-ee

New Orleans the land of dreams

Where I can lose my Basin Street blues