Basin Street Blues

Basin Street, Basin Street That's the place where my friends all meet Down in New Orleans, in that land of dreams And you don't know how nice it seems It's dear to me, yes-sirree And that's the place I'm so longing to be Where I can lose These old Basin Street blues No, Basin Street, my Basin Street Where the young and the old folk meet Down in New Orleans, in that land of dreams You don't know how nice it really seems But it's dear to me, yes-sirree And that's the place I'm so longing to be Where maybe I can lose These old Basin Street blues And oh, well I'm talkin' 'bout Basin Street, Basin Street Where the folk who know what's happenin' meet Down in New Orleans, in the land of dreams And you don't know how nice it seems Or just how it really means Dear to me, yes-sirree It's dear to me, yes-sirree Can't you see why I'm gonna lose These old Basin Street blues Oh, I wanna go where I can lose These old Basin Street blues Oh yeah