Sam Cooke - Basin Street Blues lyrics

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 sir-ee And that's the place I am so longing to be Where I can lose, these old Basin Street Blues No-o-o 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-sir-ee And that's the place I am so longing to be Where maybe I can lose, These old Basin Street Blues Oh man I'm talking about Basin Street, Basin Street Where the folk who know what's happening meet Down in New Orleans In the land of dreams And you don't know how nice it seems Just how much it really means Dear to me, yes-sir-ee It's dear to me, yes-sir-ee Can't you see Why I wanna lose these old Basin Street Blues I wanna go where I can lose These old Basin Street Blues