Basin Street Blues

Won't-cha come along with me 
To the Mississippi? 
We'll take the 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 light and the dark 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 sir-ree 
Where welcome's free, dear to me 
Where I can lose my Basin Street blues