(S. Williams) Won't you come along with me, To the Mississippi We'll take a boat to the land of dreams Steam down the river, Down to New Orleans The bands there to meet us, Old friends to greet us Where all the elite, always meet, Heaven on earth they call it Basin Street Basin Street is the street where the elite, always meet In New Orleans land of dreams You never know how nice it seems Or how much it really means Glad to be, yes siree, where welcome Street, Dear to me Where I can lose my Basin Street blues Well, Basin Street, you know it's the street Where all the swinging people meet In New Orleans, land of dreams Your'll never know how nice it seems Or just how much it really means Glad to be, ah, yes siree, where welcome Street Dear to me Where I can lose my Basin Street blues Oh, ain't ya glad ya came with us, Mmmmmmmmmmm down the Mississippi Down to the street, where the folks all meet Heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street