Basin Street Blues

Now won't you come along with me,

down 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.

And old friends to greet us.

There is a place where the folks all

meet. Heaven on earth, they

call it Basin Street.

Basin Street

is a street where light and

dark always meet in

New Orleans, the land of

dreams.

You'll never know how nice it seems,

just how much it really means. Glad to

be,

yes, siree, where welcome

streets give to me where

I can

lose, lose my Basin

Street

blues. [trumpet music] Now

are you glad you came with me,

down the Mississippi?

You saw the place where the folks all

meet.

Heaven on earth, they call it Basin

Street.