Basin Street Blues - Sam Cooke

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