Basin Street Blues

It's dear to me, yes-sirree
Or just how it really means
Can't you see why I'm gonna lose
Where I can lose

Where the folk who know what's happenin' meet
Dear to me, yes-sirree
Where the young and the old folk meet
No, Basin Street, my Basin Street
Down in New Orleans, in that land of dreams
These old Basin Street blues

Down in New Orleans, in the land of dreams
These old Basin Street blues
It's dear to me, yes-sirree
Basin Street, Basin Street
And you don't know how nice it seems
And oh, well I'm talkin' 'bout
But it's dear to me, yes-sirree

And you don't know how nice it seems
These old Basin Street blues
Oh, I wanna go where I can lose

And that's the place I'm so longing to be

These old Basin Street blues

You don't know how nice it really seems
Where maybe I can lose
Down in New Orleans, in that land of dreams
And that's the place I'm so longing to be