Basin Street Blues

Basin Street, Basin StreetThat's the place where my friends all meetDown in New Orleans, in that land of dreamsAnd you don't know how nice it seemsIt's dear to me, yes-sirreeAnd that's the place I'm so longing to beWhere I can loseThese old Basin Street bluesNo, Basin Street, my Basin StreetWhere the young and the old folk meetDown in New Orleans, in that land of dreamsYou don't know how nice it really seemsBut it's dear to me, yes-sirreeAnd that's the place I'm so longing to beWhere maybe I can loseThese old Basin Street bluesAnd oh, well I'm talkin' 'boutBasin Street, Basin StreetWhere the folk who know what's happenin' meetDown in New Orleans, in the land of dreamsAnd you don't know how nice it seemsOr just how it really meansDear to me, yes-sirreeIt's dear to me, yes-sirreeCan't you see why I'm gonna loseThese old Basin Street bluesOh, I wanna go where I can loseThese old Basin Street bluesOh yeah