Lyrics Basin Street Blues - Ray Charles

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