Washington Square - The Village Stompers

From Cape Cod Light to the Mississip', to San Francisco Bay

They’re talkin' 'bout this famous place, down Greenwich Village way

They hootenanny all the time with folks from everywhere

Come Sunday morning, rain or shine, right in Washington Square

An' so I got my banjo out, jes' sittin', catchin' dust

An' painted right across the case: «Greenwich Village or Bust!»

My folks were sad to see me go, but I got no meanin' 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.

C’mon to Washington Square.»

In New Orleans, we saw a gal a-walkin' with no shoes

An' 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, C’mon to Washington Square.»

We cannonballed into New York on good old US 1

Till up ahead we saw the arch, a-gleamin' bright in the sun

As far as all the eye could see, ten thousand folks was there

And singin' in sweet harmony right in Washington Square

Say how’s about a freedom song, or the ole' «Rock Island Line»!

Or how’s about the dust-bowl crop, or men who work in a mine?

The songs and legends of our land is gold we all can share

So come and join us folks who stand and sing in Washington Square