Won't you come and go with me Down that Mississippi We'll take a boat to the land of dreams Come along with me on, down to new orleans Now the band's there to greet us Old friends will meet us Where all them folks goin to the St. Louis cemetary meet Heaven on earth, they call it basin street I'm tellin' ya, basin street is the street Where all them characters from the first street they meet New Orleans, land of dreams You'll never miss them rice and beans Way down south in New Orleans They'll be huggin' and a kissin' That's what I been missin' And all that music lord, if you just listen' New orleans, I got them basin street blues Now ain't you glad you went with me On down that Mississippi We took a boat to the land of dreams Heaven on earth they call it basin street

Wont you come and go with me Down that mississippi Well take a boat to the land of dreams Come along with me on, down to new orleans Basin Street, Basin Street That's the place where my friends all meet Down in New Orleans, in that land of dreams And 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 No, 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 really seems But 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 it really means Dear to me, yes-sirree 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 Oh yeah

Won't you 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 The band's there to meet us And old friends to greet us Where all the people always meet Heaven on 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 Glad to be oh yessiree Where welcome's free are dear to me Where I can lose My Basin Street blues Ain't you glad you came with me Way down to the Mississippi We took the boat to the land of dreams Steam down the river to New Orleans

I don't care what the weatherman says When the weatherman says it's raining You'll never hear me complaining I'm certain the sun will shine I don't care how the weather vane points When the weather vane points to gloomy It's gotta be sunny to me When your eyes look into mine Jeepers creepers, where'd ya get those peepers? Jeepers creepers, where'd ya get those eyes? Gosh all, git up, how'd they get so lit up? Gosh all, git up, how'd they get that size? Golly gee, when you turn those heaters on Woe is me, got to put my cheaters on Jeepers creepers, where'd ya get those peepers? Oh, those weepers, how they hypnotize! Where'd ya get those eyes?