Beale Street Blues
Ella Fitzgerald Lyrics


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Won't you come along with me
To the Mississippi
We'll take a boat to the land of dreams
Steam down the river, down to New Orleans

The band's there to meet us
Old friends there to greet us
Where all the proud and elite folks meet
Heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street

Basin Street is the street
Where the best folks always meet
In New Orleans, land of dreams
You'll never know how nice it seems
Or just how much it really means

Glad to be, oh yes-sire
Where welcome's free and dear to me
Where I can lose, lose my Basin Street Blues

Basin Street, oh Basin Street




Is the street, mama (scat)
New Orleans, land of dreams

Overall Meaning

In the first verse of Ella Fitzgerald's Basin Street Blues, the singer invites her listeners to come along with her to the Mississippi River. They will board a boat and steam down the river towards New Orleans, the land of dreams. The second verse talks about the reception they will receive in New Orleans. The band will be there to meet them and they will be greeted by old friends. The people they will meet are not ordinary folks, but the proud and elite of New Orleans. Ella Fitzgerald refers to Basin Street as heaven on earth, the place where the best folks always meet.


Line by Line Meaning

Won't you come along with me
Join me, won't you?


To the Mississippi
Let's go to the Mississippi River


We'll take a boat to the land of dreams
We'll travel by boat to a place of great longing


Steam down the river, down to New Orleans
We'll cruise down the river to the city of New Orleans


The band's there to meet us
We'll meet the band upon arriving


Old friends there to greet us
We'll be greeted by old acquaintances


Where all the proud and elite folks meet
This is where all the respected and high-ranking people gather


Heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street
Locals refer to Basin Street as a utopia on earth


Basin Street is the street
The famous street in question is Basin Street


Where the best folks always meet
Only the most esteemed individuals gather here


In New Orleans, land of dreams
This is in New Orleans, the place where dreams come true


You'll never know how nice it seems
You will never understand how lovely it is


Or just how much it really means
You won't appreciate its true worth


Glad to be, oh yes-sire
I'm pleased to be here, indeed


Where welcome's free and dear to me
Where I'm always welcomed with open arms


Where I can lose, lose my Basin Street Blues
A place where I can forget my worries, the Basin Street Blues in particular


Basin Street, oh Basin Street
Once again, Basin Street is in focus


Is the street, mama (scat)
Mama, this is the street (scatting)


New Orleans, land of dreams
Again, New Orleans is the land of dreams




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Written by: Spencer Williams

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