Verse : Won’t-cha come along with me to the Mississippi?
We’ll take the 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 all the light and the dark folks meet,
Heaven on earth they call it Basin Street.

Chorus : Basin Street is the street
Where the elite always meet.
In New Orleans, land of dreams.
You’ll never know how nice it seems or
Just how much it really means.
Glad to be, yes, sir-ee, where welcome’s free, dear to me,
Where I can lose my Basin Street Blues.