In the Evening When the Sun Go
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-siree
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
(scat)

Overall Meaning

The song "In the evening when the sun goes down" by Ella Fitzgerald is a cheerful and upbeat tune that talks about a journey down the Mississippi to New Orleans. The singer invites someone to come along with them, promising that they will take a boat to the land of dreams. As they steam down the river, they imagine their arrival in New Orleans, where they will be met by a band and old friends who will greet them warmly. The song highlights the place where the proud and elite of New Orleans always meet, named Basin Street. The lyrics describe it as a place of paradise on earth, a place where all the best folks come together.


The chorus of the song describes Basin Street as the street where the best folks always meet in New Orleans. It emphasizes the pleasure and joy one could have by being on that street, saying that the listener will never know how nice it seems or how much it truly means. The singer is grateful to be in a place where welcome is free and they can lose their Basin Street blues.


Line by Line Meaning

Won't you come along with me
Would you like to join me?


to the Mississippi
To the river called Mississippi


We'll take a boat to the land of dreams
We'll go on a boat ride to a place where dreams come true


Steam down the river, down to New Orleans
We'll navigate through the river on the boat, up to the city called New Orleans


The band's there to meet us
Musicians are waiting for us


Old friends there to greet us
Familiar faces will welcome us


Where all the proud and elite folks meet
A place where the aristocrats and elites gather


Heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street
Basin Street is a place perceived as perfect


Basin Street is the street
Basin Street is a road


Where the best folks always meet
Where the finest and most respectable people come together


in New Orleans, land of dreams
Located in New Orleans, the city of dreamers


You'll never know how nice it seems
You can't imagine how wonderful it feels


Or just how much it really means
Or how important it is


Glad to be, oh yes-siree
Happy to be here, absolutely!


Where welcome's free and dear to me
Where hospitality is sincere and treasured by me


Where I can lose, lose my Basin Street Blues
Where I can forget about my troubles


Basin Street, oh Basin Street
Basin Street!


Is the street, mama (scat)
It's the street and I'm singing about it!


New Orleans, land of dreams
New Orleans, where dreams come true


(scat)
Nonsensical singing




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Comments from YouTube:

D C

The organist is out of sight on this track. I wish Ella had done so much more with this guy. Sublime! Hats off to Wild Bill Davis and of course, as always, the lady herself.

Dmitry Leiderman

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nanou581

I really love this album,even if singing the blues was not ELLA'S SPECILITY!

Dennis Hartnett

Ella did not specialize in the blues, but you'dΒ never know it by hearing this - magnificent.

Miles McKinley

nanou581 I was blown away, she is so in tune with everything and she can BELT that's for sure! β™₯️β™₯️β™₯️

Shadrack Chiloane

Ella is not dead, she will never die

Peter Smagorinsky

Wild Bill Davis on organ, the greatest of all.

Dmitry Leiderman

...In the evenin, in the evenin...I THOUGHT HE LOVED ME!....
In the evenin, in the evenin, baby, when the ruby sun go down...πŸ˜₯πŸ˜ͺπŸ˜«πŸ˜’β˜ΉπŸ˜²πŸ˜•πŸ˜”πŸ˜“πŸ€”πŸ€”πŸ€”
GOOD BYE MY SWEET BABY, I'M GONNAWAY...WHEN THE SUN GO DOWN!!!πŸ˜›πŸ˜ŒπŸ˜œπŸ˜

Danny Barrett

Personal, credits?Β  organ, drums bass trumpet..

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