Now 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 to greet us
Where al the light and the dark folks meet
A heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street

Basin Street, is the street
Where the best folks 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 welcomes free, and so dear to me
Where I can lose
My Basin Street blues