In Basin street is the street Where all the boys and the boot folks meet, Down the New Orleans, and the land of dreams In Basin street is the street Where all the boys and the boot folks meet, Down the New Orleans, and the land of dreams And you'll never know how nice it seems, Not just how much it really means Laloli
Go give to me, yes sirree Give to me, yes sirree Can't you see baby I can’t lose, lose good all basin street blues
Never know how nice it seems Just how much it really means Ehh I see the moon and the moon is pale And I look like it takes some cat to jail Now it's a moon is pale the sun and the the sun is gone And the steam wants to come in and it splashes on the good Uhh uhh Ehh babasdodo
And the pale moon shining on the fields below Folks are singing songs soft and low, you Needn't tell me bob cause I know It's sleepy time down south
Soft wind blowing through the pinewood trees And the folks down there live a life of ease When old mammy falls upon her knees It's sleepy time down south
Steamboats on the river coming or going Splashing the night die Hear babaahb... banjos ringing, everybody singing They dance til the break of day, hey
Dear old southland and his dreamy songs And it Takes me back there where I belong How I'd love to be in my mammy's arms When it's sleepy time down south
Steamboats on the river coming or going Splashing the night die Hear babaahb... banjos ringing, everybody singing They dance til the break of day, hey
Dear old southland and his dreamy songs And it Takes me back there where I belong How I'd love to be in my mammy's arms When it's sleepy time down southTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
