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From Cape Cod Light to the Mississip', to San Francisco Bay, |
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They're talkin' 'bout this famous place, down Greenwich Village way. |
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They hootenanny all the time with folks from everywhere, |
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Come Sunday morning, rain or shine, right in Washington Square. |
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An' so I got my banjo out, jes' sittin', catchin' dust, |
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An' painted right across the case: "Greenwich Village or Bust!" |
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My folks were sad to see me go, but I got no meanin' there. |
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So I said, "Goodbye, Kansas, Mo. And hello, Washington Square!" |
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Near Tennessee, I met a guy who played 12-string guitar. |
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He also had a mighty voice, not to mention a car. |
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Each time he hit those bluegrass chords, you sure smelled mountain air, |
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I said, "Don't waste it on the wind. C'mon to Washington Square." |
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In New Orleans, we saw a gal a-walkin' with no shoes, |
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An' from her throat there comes a growl, she sure was singin' the blues. |
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She sang for all humanity, this gal with raven hair. |
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I said, "It's for the world to hear, C'mon to Washington Square." |
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We cannonballed into New York on good old US 1, |
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Till up ahead we saw the arch, a-gleamin' bright in the sun. |
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As far as all the eye could see, ten thousand folks was there, |
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And singin' in sweet harmony right in Washington Square. |
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Say how's about a freedom song, or the ole' "Rock Island Line"! |
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Or how's about the dust-bowl crop, or men who work in a mine? |
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The songs and legends of our land is gold we all can share, |
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So come and join us folks who stand and sing in Washington Square. |
