Where the elite always meet Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams Or just how much it really means The land of dreams where I can lose My Basin Street blues Now won't you come along with me To the Mississippi? We'll take a trip to the land of dreams

And it's your face, I'm looking for On every street There's gotta be a record of you some place You gotta be on somebodys books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

Got the streets in a lock, I'ma make you love me Baby, do you trust me? Do you trust me? Baby, do you trust me? Baby, do you trust me? I know you gon' be the one that's gon' hold me down When it's time to put in work you know I'm always 'round Tote that

I can hear your heart, your heart And I just wanna lay you down your burdens, all your fears And I don't need your deepest secrets whisper in my ear 'Cause I can hear your heart, your heart Side by side Between the streets, before the night I found you

No fears alone at night she's sailing through the crowd In her ears the phones are tight and the music's playing loud She got her own world in the city I seen a girl on a one way corridor Stealing down a wrong way street For all the world like an urban

Try to keep up around Try to keep up in a road Try to make it better, better together I'm gonna need it I'm gonna use it Every day, every time There's a street and here we are We the people make the world, look how it's going down So we walked into our

"Black folks can't never have no fun!" These streets be walking down the avenue (Crazy!) From Hollywood to South Central! These streets be, crazy! Long Beach to Compton! Always up to no good! Cra

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

Take me, take me somewhere trouble don't go Make me, make me someone trouble don't know But he wants to go too far Then comes heartache right behind Now he won't come down my street He locked up my heart in jail Devil had a daughter Took him to deep

Blood side out I'm down again Got a wine soaked heart There's a siren in the distance And whisky soaked lips Don't know how to get to you But I know how to get my kicks Out in the cold and damp Out on the streets just like a tramp