Basin Street Blues (feat. Carol Welsman) Lyrics

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 seemsIt'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 bluesNo, 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 seemsBut 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 bluesAnd 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 dreamsAnd you don't know how nice it seems
Or just how it really meansDear to me, yes-sirree
It's dear to me, yes-sirree

Can't you see why I'm gonna lose
These old Basin Street bluesOh, I wanna go where I can lose
These old Basin Street blues
Oh yeah