| In Basin street is the street
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| Where all the boys and the boot folks meet,
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| Down the New Orleans, and the land of dreams
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| And you’ll never know how nice it seems,
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| Not just how much it really means
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| Laloli
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| Go give to me, yes sirree
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| Give to me, yes sirree
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| Can’t you see baby
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| I can’t lose, lose good all basin street blues
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| Never know how nice it seems
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| Just how much it really means
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| Ehh I see the moon and the moon is pale
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| And I look like it takes some cat to jail
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| Now it’s a moon is pale the sun and the the sun is gone
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| And the steam wants to come in and it splashes on the good
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| Uhh uhh
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| Ehh babasdodo
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| And the pale moon shining on the fields below
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| Folks are singing songs soft and low, you
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| Needn’t tell me bob cause I know
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| It’s sleepy time down south
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| Soft wind blowing through the pinewood trees
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| And the folks down there live a life of ease
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| When old mammy falls upon her knees
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| It’s sleepy time down south
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| Steamboats on the river coming or going
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| Splashing the night die
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| Hear babaahb… banjos ringing, everybody singing
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| They dance til the break of day, hey
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| Dear old southland and his dreamy songs
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| And it Takes me back there where I belong
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| How I’d love to be in my mammy’s arms
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| When it’s sleepy time down south
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| Steamboats on the river coming or going
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| Splashing the night die
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| Hear babaahb… banjos ringing, everybody singing
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| They dance til the break of day, hey
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| Dear old southland and his dreamy songs
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| And it Takes me back there where I belong
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| How I’d love to be in my mammy’s arms
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| When it’s sleepy time down south |