Basin Street Blues Lyrics

Words & Music by Spencer Williams, 1926
Recorded by Louis Armstrong, 1928
Won't you come along with me
Down that Mis - sis - sip - pi;
We'll take a boat to the land of dreams,
Steam down the river down to New Orleans.
The band's there to greet us,
Old friends will meet us,
Where all people like to 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
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You'll never know how nice it seems
Or just how much it really means.
Glad to be, yessiree,
Where welcomes free, dear to me,
Where I can lose my Ba - sin Street Blues.