Won't you come along with me To the Mississippi We'll take a boat to the land 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 the dark folks meet Heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street
Ooh, 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-sir-ee Where welcome's free, dear to me Where I can lose my Basin Street blues