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Lyrics:
Harry Connick, Jr.
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Basin street is the street
Where all the white and the black folk meet
Down in new orleans, the land of dreams
You never know how much it seems
Not just how much it really means
I’m glad to be, yessirree, in the land of reverie
I can’t lose my basin street blues
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