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