Basin Street Blues

Why don’t you come along with me
To the Mississippi
We’ll take a boat to the land of dreams
And steam down the river, down in New Orleans

You know the band’s there to meet us
Old friends to greet us
Where all the light and dark folks meet
Heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street

Basin Street, Basin Street
Where the elite always meet
In New Orleans, land of dreams
You’ll never know how nice it seems,
Or just how much it really means

I’m glad to be, yes-sirree
Where welcome’s free and dear to me
That’s why I can’t lose
These Basin Street Blues