Basin Street, Basin Street   That's the place where my friends all meet   Down in New Orleans, in that land of dreams   And you don't know how nice it seems      It's dear to me, yes-sirree   And that's the place I'm so longing to be   Where I can lose   These old Basin Street blues      No, Basin Street, my Basin Street   Where the young and the old folk meet   Down in New Orleans, in that land of dreams   You don't know how nice it really seems      But it's dear to me, yes-sirree   And that's the place I'm so longing to be   Where maybe I can lose   These old Basin Street blues      And oh, well I'm talkin' 'bout   Basin Street, Basin Street   Where the folk who know what's happenin' meet   Down in New Orleans, in the land of dreams      And you don't know how nice it seems   Or just how it really means      Dear to me, yes-sirree   It's dear to me, yes-sirree   Can't you see why I'm gonna lose   These old Basin Street blues      Oh, I wanna go where I can lose   These old Basin Street blues   Oh yeah