Won't you come along with me
Down that Mississippi
We'll take a boat to the land of dreams
Steam down the river down to New Orleans
The band's there to greet us
Old friends will meet us,
Where all people like to 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, yessiree
Where welcomes free, dear to me
Where I can lose my Basin Street Blues
