Won't you come along with me, to the Mississippi?
We'll take the boat to the land of dreams, steam down the river to New Orleans.
Oh, the band's there to meet us, old friends to greet us.
Where all the smart and the right folks meet, heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street.
Basin Street is the 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, glad to be, yes siree, where welcome's free.
Dear to me, where I can lose my Basin Street blues.
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 to New Orleans.