Now won't you come along with me
To the Mississippi
We'll take a trip to the land of dreams
Floating down the river down to New Orleans
A man is there to meet us
Old friends to greet us
That's where the light and the dark folks meet
Heaven on earth they call it Basin Street
I said Basin Street is the street
Where the elite always meet
Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams
You'll never know how nice it seems
Or just how much it really means just to me
Yes sirree
In New Orleans, the land of dreams
Where I can lose
My Basin Street blues
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Now isn't she glad you came with me
Down to the Mississippi
We took a trip to the land of dreams
Floating down the river down to New Orleans
We went to Basin Street
Basin Street is the street
Where the elite always meet
Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams
You'll never know how much it seems
Or just how much it really means just to me
Yes sirree
In New Orleans, the land of dreams
Where I can lose
My Basin Street blues
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