Basin Street Blues lyrics

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

• Artist:Eydie Gormé
• Album:Mem'ries And Souvenirs [2011], Eydie In Dixie-Land [1960]