BASIN STREET BLUES

Now won't you come along with me
 To the Mississippi?
 We'll take a trip to the land of dreams
 Blowing down the river, down to New Orleans
 The band is there to meet us
 Old friends to greet us
 That's where the line and the dark folks meet
 A heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street
 I said, Basin Street, Basin 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 be, yes, siree, in New Orleans
 The land of dreams where I can lose
 My Basin Street blues
 Now, you're glad you came with me
 Down the Mississippi
 We took a trip in a land of dreams
 And floated down the river down to New Orleans
 Where to, Basin Street, Basin Street
 Where the elite always meet
 Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams
 You'll never know how, how much it seems
 Or just how much it really means
 Just to be, yes, siree, yeah, New Orleans
 The land of dreams where I can lose
 My Basin Street blues