| And Basin Street is the street
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| Where all the boys and the boot folks meet
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| Down in New Orleans, in that land of dreams
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| And you never know how nice it seems
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| And not so much it really means
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| La-la-loo-loo
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| You’re dear to me, yes siree
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| Dear to me, yes siree
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| Can’t you see, baby?
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| I can’t lose
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| Lose good old Basin Street blues
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| Never know how nice it seems
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| Just how much it really means
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| And I’ll see the moon and the moon is pale
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| And it’ll look like they’re taking some cat to jail
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| No, it’s the moon that’s pale in the sun
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| And then the sun is gone
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| And the steam wants to come in
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| And it splashes on the good, whoo-whoo
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| And ba-ba-soo-doo
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| And the pale moon shining on the fields below
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| Folks are singing songs soft and low
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| You needn’t tell me, boy, 'cause I know
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| Sleepy time down south
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| Soft wind blowing through the pinewood trees
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| And the folks down there live a life of ease
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| When old mammy falls upon her knees
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| It’s sleepy time down south
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| Steamboats on the river
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| Coming and going
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| Splashing the night time
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| Eh ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
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| Banjos ringing, everybody singing
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| They dance till the break of day
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| Dear old southland and his dreamy songs
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| And it takes me back there where I belong
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| Oh, how I’d love to be in my mammy’s arms
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| When it’s sleepy time down south
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| That’s that boy!
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| Let go! |
| Let go!
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| Steamboats on the river
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| And they’re coming and going
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| And they’re splashing the night time
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| Eh ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
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| And they’ve banjos ringing, everybody singing
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| They dance till the break of day
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| Dear old southland and his dreamy songs
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| And it takes me back there where I belong
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| Oh, how I’d love to be in my mammy’s arms
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| When it’s sleepy time down south |