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