Basin Street Blues

Basin Street Blues
music and lyric by Spencer Williams

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

The band's there to meet us;
Old friends will greet us,
Where the people always meet;
Heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street...

Basin Street is the street where the 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, oh yes-sir-ree, where welcome's free and dear to me;
Where I can lose my Basin Street blues...