Basin Street Blues

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 [C7]earth, they call [Em]it Basin Stɾeet

Basin Stɾeet is the stɾeet
Where the best folks always meet
In New Orleans, land [Bm]of dreams
You'll never know how nice it seems,
Or just how much it ɾeally means

Glad to [C7]be, oh yes-sirree
Where welcome's free and [Bm]dear to [C7]me
Where I can lose, lose my [A]Basin Stɾeet Blues

Basin Stɾeet, oh Basin Stɾeet
Is the stɾeet, mama
New Orleans, land [Bm]of dreams