Текст песни Basin Street Blues - Patti Page

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 proud and elite folks 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, yes-siree
Where welcomes free, dear to me
Where I can lose, my Basin Street blues

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-siree
Where welcomes free, dear to me
Where I can lose, my Basin Street blues