Peddlers Basin Street Blues Lyrics

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

Basin Street is the street Where the best folks 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 and dear to me Where I can lose, lose my Basin Street Blues

Basin Street, oh Basin Street Is the street, mama New Orleans, land of dreams

Won't you come along with me To the Mississippi We'll take a boat to the land of dreams

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