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