Basin Street Blues Lyrics - Teddy Wilson

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 band's there to meet us 

Old friends there to greet us 

Where all the proud and elite folks meet 

Heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street 

Basin Street is the street 

Where the best folks 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 

Where I can lose, lose my Basin Street Blues