Basin Street Blues

Lyricist: GIAMPA, GREG/NEHRA, MICHAEL     Composer: GIAMPA, GREG/NEHRA, MICHAEL

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

You know The band's there to meet us
Old friends there to greet us
Where all the proud and elite folks meet
(Adlibs)Heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street

(Adlibs)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, oh yes-sirree
Where welcome's free and dear to me
That's why I can lose, this 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

I'm Glad to be, yes-sirree
Where welcome's free and dear to me
That's why I can lose, this Basin Street Blues
That's why I can lose, this Basin Street Blues