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 where welcome's free and dear to me where I can lose, lose my Basin Street Blues
Basin Street Basin Street is the street New Orleans, land of dreams