Spencer Williams, 1928
Won'tcha come along with me,|
To the Mississippi?
We'll take a boat to the lan' of dreams,
Steam down the river down to New Orleans:
The band's there to meet us,
Old friends to greet us.
Where all the people like to meet,
This is Basin Street;
Basin Street, is the street,
Where the Elite, always meet,
In New Orleans. Lan' of dreams,
You'll never know how nice it seems
Or just how much it really means,
Glad to be; yes, siree,
Where welcome's free, dear to me,
Where I can lose, my Basin Street blues.
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