Julie London — Basin Street Blues

Won't you come along with me To the Mississippi? We'll take the boat to the land of dreams Steep down the river to New Orleans Oh the band's there to meet us Old friends to greet us Where all the smart and the right 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-ee Where walking's free, dear to me Where I can lose My Basin Street blues Basin Street, Basin Street That's the place where my friends all meet Down in New Orleans, in that land of dreams And you don't know how nice it seems It's dear to me, yes-sirree And that's the place I'm so longing to be Where I can lose These old Basin Street blues Won't you come along with me To the Mississippi? We'll take the boat to the land of dreams Steep down the river to New Orleans