Now won't you come along with meTo the MississippiWe'll take a trip to the land of dreamsFloating down the river down to New OrleansA man is there to meet usOld friends to greet usThat's where the light and the dark folks meetHeaven on earth they call it Basin StreetI said Basin Street is the streetWhere the elite always meetDown in New Orleans, the land of dreamsYou'll never know how nice it seemsOr just how much it really means just to meYes sirreeIn New Orleans, the land of dreamsWhere I can loseMy Basin Street blues. . .. . .. . .. . .Now isn't she glad you came with meDown to the MississippiWe took a trip to the land of dreamsFloating down the river down to New OrleansWe went to Basin StreetBasin Street is the streetWhere the elite always meetDown in New Orleans, the land of dreamsYou'll never know how much it seemsOr just how much it really means just to meYes sirreeIn New Orleans, the land of dreamsWhere I can loseMy Basin Street blues. . .. . .