Basin Street Blues Songtext
von Bobby Hackett

Won′t you come along with me
Down that Mississippi?
We'll take a boat to the land of dreams
Steer down the river, down to New Orleans

Now the band′s there to lead us
Old friends will meet us
You'll see the place where the folks all meet
Heaven on earth, they call it Basin street


Basin street is the street
Where all good friends always meet and
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 sirree
Where her welcome′s street welcome me
And where I can lose, lose my Basin street blues

Ain′t you glad you came with me
Along the Mississippi?
You saw the place where the folks all meet
Look out folks, I'm gonna take a trombone, call them