London Blues - Pearl Bailey, Martha Tilton, Sylvia Lynn & Ann Southern

I ain't gonna get those Sunday blues no more I ain' gonna walk that lonesome tear-stained floor I never knew much about love Till you walked into my heart I wasn't happy without love But at least I wasn't torn apart On Saturday night you swear you're mine alone Then Sunday arrives and you don't even phone I know you're gonna come knockin' But I ain't gonna answer the door I ain't gonna get those Sunday blues no more

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

Summertime And the living is easy Fish are jumping The cotton is high Oh your daddy's rich Your mama's good looking I said hush little baby Don't you cry One of these mornings You're bound to rise up singing Then you'll spread your wings And take to the sky But til that morning Nothing's going to harm you no With daddy and mama standing by Summertime (Sweet summertime) And the living is easy (Living is easy) Fish are jumping The cotton is high (Sky high) Oh your daddy's rich (Your daddy's rich) And your mama's good looking (Your mama's good looking) I said hush little baby Don't you cry Don't you cry (Don't you cry) Summertime (Sweet summertime) Summertime (Sweet summertime) Summertime