Won't you come along with me,
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To the Mississippi
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We'll take a boat to the land of dreams
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Steam down the river,
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Down to New Orleans
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The bands there to meet us,
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Old friends to greet us
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Where all the elite, always meet,
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Heaven on earth they call it Basin Street
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Basin Street is the street where the elite, always meet
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In New Orleans land of dreams
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You never know how nice it seems
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Or how much it really means
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Glad to be, yes siree, where welcome Street,
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Dear to me
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Where I can lose my Basin Street blues
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Well, Basin Street, you know it's the street
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Where all the swinging people meet
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In New Orleans, land of dreams
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You'll never know how nice it seems
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Or just how much it really means
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Glad to be, ah, yes siree, where welcome Street
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Dear to me
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Where I can lose my Basin Street blues
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Oh, ain't ya glad ya came with us,
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Mmmmmmmmmmm down the Mississippi
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Down to the street, where the folks all meet
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Heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street
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Basin Street Blues
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| Brenda Lee |
