Basin St. Blues

Won't you come along with me
To the Mississippi
We'll take a boat to the land of dreams
Steam down the river into New Orleans

The band is there to meet us
Old friends to greet us
Where the black and the white folks meet
This is Basin Street

Now Basin Street is the street
Where the dark elite always meet
In New Orleans, the land of dreams
You'll never know how nice it seems or just how much it really means

Glad to be, yes-siree
Where welcome's free and dear to me
Where I can lose my Basin Street Blues

Now,wont you come along with me
Well,down to the Mississippi,we'll take a boat
To the land of dream
That we'll steam down the river,down to New Orleans

But you know,the band is there to meet us
And there are old friends to greet us
Where all the black and the white folks meet
This is Basin Street

Basin Street is the street
Where dark elite always meet
In New Orleans, that land of dreams
You'll never know how nice it seems or just how much it really means

Glad to be, yes-siree
Where welcome's free and dear to me
Where I can lose my Basin Street Blues
Well,where I can lose my Basin Street Blues
Oh,yeah