The Mills Brothers - Basin Street Blues lyrics

Now won't you come along with me Down the Mississippi We'll take a boat to the land of dreams Steam down the river down to New Orleans Oo Oo, the band's there to meet us Old friends will greet us Will see the place where the folks are meet Heaven on earth - they call it Basin Street Oh, Basin street is the street Where all the elite meet In New Orleans, the land of dreams You'll never know how nice it seems Just how much it really means I'm glad to be, umh yes-sir-ee Where welcome's free and dear to me That's where I losed my Basin Street blues I mean my Basin Street blues, yes Now ain't you glad you came with me? (we're glad we came with it) Down the Mississippi (the muddy Mississippi) We saw the place where the folks are meet