| 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 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 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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| Your’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 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 |