Songtext von Basin Street Blues

Why don’t you come along with me To the Mississippi We’ll take a boat to the land of dreams And steam down the river, down in New Orleans You know the band’s there to meet us Old friends to greet us Where all the light and dark folks meet Heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street Basin Street, Basin 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 I’m glad to be, yes-sirree Where welcome’s free and dear to me That’s why I can’t lose These Basin Street Blues