Basin Street Blues

Won'tcha come along with me, To the Mississippi? We'll take the boat to the lan' of dreams, Steam down the river, down to New Orleans, The band's there to meet us, Old Friends to greet us, Where all the light and dark folks meet, This is Basin Street! Refrain: |: Basin Street is the street Where the elite, always meet. In New Orleans, Lan' 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. :|

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