Basin Street Blues - Live At Lincoln Center, New York/2007

Now won't you come along with me To the Mississippi? We'll take a trip to the land of dreams Blowing down the river, down to New Orleans The band is there to meet us Old friends to greet us That's where the line and the dark folks meet A heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street I said, Basin Street, Basin Street Where the elite always meet Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams You'll never know how nice it seems Or just how much it really means Just to be, yes, siree, in New Orleans The land of dreams where I can lose My Basin Street blues Now, you're glad you came with me Down the Mississippi We took a trip in a land of dreams And floated down the river down to New Orleans Where to, Basin Street, Basin Street Where the elite always meet Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams You'll never know how, how much it seems Or just how much it really means Just to be, yes, siree, yeah, New Orleans The land of dreams where I can lose My Basin Street blues