Washington Square
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From Cape Cod Light to the Mississip', to San-
Francisco Bay.
They're talkin' ' bout this famous place,
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down Greenwich Village way.
They hootenanny all the time with folks from
every-where.
Come Sunday morning, rain or shine, right in
Washington Square.
And so I got my banjo out, just sitting, catching
dust.
And painted right across the case,
'Greenwich Village or Bust!'
My folks were sad to see me go, but I got no
meaning there.
So, I said, goodbye, Kansas, Mo. and
hello, Washington Square.
Near Tennessee, I met a guy who
played 12 string guitar.
He also had a mighty voice, not to
mention a car.
Each time he hit those bluegrass chords, you
sure smelled mountain air.
I said, don't waste it on the wind, come
on to Washington Square.
In New Orleans, we saw a gal a-walkin'
with no shoes.
And from her throat there comes a growl, she
sure was singin' the blues.
She sang for all humanity, this gal with raven
hair.
I said, it's for the world to hear, come to
Washington Square.
We cannonballed into New York on good old
US 1.
'Til up ahead we saw the arch, agleamin'
bright in the sun.
As far as all the eye could see, ten thousand
folks were there.
And singing in sweet harmony, right in
Washington Square.
Let's go to Washington Square - come on to
Washington Square.