Why don't you come along with me? To the Mississippi We'll take a boat to the land of dreams And steam down the river and down in New Orleans You know the band's there to meet us Old friends to greet us Where all the light and dark folk meet Away down yonder, down on Basin Street Let me tell you about that 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 and dear to me That's why I can't lose these Basin Street blues Oh, 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 I'm Glad to be, yes sirree Welcome's free and dear to me That's why I can't lose these Basin Street blues Aah, that's why I can't lose these Basin Street blues