Basin Street Blues Lyrics
Basin Street Blues - Bing Crosby (本·考斯比)
You Won't come along with me
To the Mississippi
We'll take the boat to the land of dreams
Steam down the river down to New Orleans
Band's The there to meet us
Where all the people always meet
On Heaven earth they call it Basin Street
Basin Street is the street
Where the elite always meet
In New Orleans the land of dreams
You'll never know how nice it seems or just how much it really means
Glad to be oh yessiree
Where welcome's free are dear to me
Where I can lose
My Basin Street blues
Basin Street is the street
Where the elite always meet
In New Orleans the land of dreams
You'll never know how nice it seems or just how much it really means
Glad to be oh yessiree
Where welcome's free are dear to me
Where I can lose
Basin My Street blues