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