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
