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

All the band's there to meet us
Old friends there to greet us
Where all the smart and right folks meet
Heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street

Basin Street is the street
Where the elites always meet
In New Orleans, land of dreams
You'll never know how nice it seems,
Or just how much it really means

Glad to be, oh yes-sirree
Where welcome's free dear to me
Where I can lose my Basin Street Blues

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