| 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 |