Won't you come along with me To the Mississippi We'll take a boat to the land of dreams Steam down the river into New Orleans The band is there to meet us Old friends to greet us Where the black and the white folks meet This is Basin Street Now Basin Street is the street Where the dark 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, yes-siree Where welcome's free and dear to me Where I can lose my Basin Street Blues Now,wont you come along with me Well,down to the Mississippi,we'll take a boat To the land of dream That we'll steam down the river,down to New Orleans But you know,the band is there to meet us And there are old friends to greet us Where all the black and the white folks meet This is Basin Street Basin Street is the street Where dark elite always meet In New Orleans, that land of dreams You'll never know how nice it seems or just how much it really means Glad to be, yes-siree Where welcome's free and dear to me Where I can lose my Basin Street Blues Well,where I can lose my Basin Street Blues Oh,yeah