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-sir-ee

And that's the place I'm so longing to be

Where I can lose, these old Basin Street Blues

No-o-o

Basin Street, my Basin Street

Where the young and the old folk meet

Down in New Orleans

In that land of dreams

You don't know how nice it really seems

But it's dear to me, yes-sir-ee

And that's the place I am so longing to be

Where maybe I can lose

These old Basin Street Blues

And oh man, I'm talking about

Basin Street, Basin Street

Where the folk who know what's happ'ning meet

Down in New Orleans

In the land of dreams

And you don't know how nice it seems

Just how much it really means

Dear to me, yes-sir-ee

It's dear to me, yes-sir-ee

Can't you see

Why I wanna lose these old Basin Street Blues

Oh, I wanna go where I can lose

These old Basin Street Blues

Aw, yeah