Basin Street Blues - Al Hirt

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 bands there to meet us,

Old friends to greet us Where all the elite, always 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 never know how nice it seems

Or how much it really means

Glad to be, yes siree, where welcome Street,

Dear to me Where I can lose my Basin Street blues

Well, Basin Street, you know it’s the street

Where all the swinging people meet

In New Orleans, land of dreams

Your’ll never know how nice it seems

Or just how much it really means

Glad to be, ah, yes siree, where welcome Street

Dear to me Where I can lose my Basin Street blues

Oh, ain’t ya glad ya came with us,

Mmmmmmmmmmm down the Mississippi

Down to the street, where the folks all meet

Heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street