Lyrics Basin Street Blues When It's Sleepy Time Down South - Louis Prima
Won′t
you
come
along
with
me
Down
that
Mis
- sis
- sip
- pi;
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
Ba
- sin
Street
Blues.
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