Won't you come along with me
Down that Mississippi
We'll take a boat to the land of dreams
Steam down to river to New Orleans
The band's there to greet us
Old friends will meet us
Where all people like to meet
Heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street
Oh, Basin Street is the street
Where the elites always meet
In New Orleans, land of dream
You'll never know how nice it seems,
Or just how much it really means
Glad to be, oh yes-sirree
Where welcome's free and dear to me
Where I can lose my Basin Street Blues