Basin Street Blues

Won't you come along with me

To the Mississippi?

We'll take the 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, siree

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

Where the folks always meet

New Orleans, land of dreams

Mama, oh land of dreams

You'll never know how nice the scene

Oh mama, the Basin Street Blues, yeah