Basin Street, Basin Street That's the place where my friends all meet Down in New Orleans, in that land of dreams You don't know how nice it seems
It'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 blues
Oh, 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 seems
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 blues
~~~~♫♫♫ ~~~~ And 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 dreams
And you don't know how nice it seems Or just how nice it really means
Dear to me, It's dear to me, yes-sirree Can't you see why I'm gonna lose These old Basin Street blues
Oh, I wanna go where I can lose These old Basin Street blues ~~~~♫♫♫ ~~~~ It's dear to me, yes-sirree Can't you see why I'm gonna lose These old Basin Street blues
Oh, I wanna go where I can lose These old Basin Street bluesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
