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