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

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-sirree
Where welcome's free, dear to me
Where I can lose my 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