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  • Now won't you come along with me
    To the Mississippi?
    We'll take a trip to the land of dreams
    Blowing down the river, down to New Orleans
    The band is there to meet us
    Old friends to greet us
    That's where the line and the dark folks meet
    A heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street
    I said, Basin Street, Basin Street
    Where the elite always meet
    Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams
    You'll never know how nice it seems
    Or just how much it really means
    Just to be, yes, siree, in New Orleans
    The land of dreams where I can lose
    My Basin Street blues
    Now, you're glad you came with me
    Down the Mississippi
    We took a trip in a land of dreams
    And floated down the river down to New Orleans
    Where to, Basin Street, Basin Street
    Where the elite always meet
    Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams
    You'll never know how, how much it seems
    Or just how much it really means
    Just to be, yes, siree, yeah, New Orleans
    The land of dreams where I can lose
    My Basin Street blues
  • Now won't you come along with me
    To the Mississippi?
    We'll take a trip to the land of dreams
    Blowing down the river, down to New Orleans
    The band is there to meet us
    Old friends to greet us
    That's where the line and the dark folks meet
    A heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street
    I said, Basin Street, Basin Street
    Where the elite always meet
    Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams
    You'll never know how nice it seems
    Or just how much it really means
    Just to be, yes, siree, in New Orleans
    The land of dreams where I can lose
    My Basin Street blues
    Now, you're glad you came with me
    Down the Mississippi
    We took a trip in a land of dreams
    And floated down the river down to New Orleans
    Where to, Basin Street, Basin Street
    Where the elite always meet
    Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams
    You'll never know how, how much it seems
    Or just how much it really means
    Just to be, yes, siree, yeah, New Orleans
    The land of dreams where I can lose
    My Basin Street blues