INTRO: Gm Cm Gm Cm


#1.
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From Cape Cod Light to the Mississip', to San 
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Francisco Bay.
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They're talkin' 'bout this famous place, down 
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Greenwich Village way.
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They hootenanny all the time with folks from 
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everywhere.
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Come Sunday morning, rain or shine, right in 
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Washington Square.


#2.
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And so I got my banjo out, just sitting, catching dust.
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And 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 meaning there.
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So, I said, goodbye, Kansas, Mo. and hello, Washington 
Cm
Square.


#3.
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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 
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mountain air.
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I  said, don't waste it on the wind, come on to Washington 
Dbm
Square.


#4.
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In New Orleans, we saw a gal a-walkin' with no shoes.
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And 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, Come to Washington 
Dm
Square.


#5.
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We  cannonballed into New York on good old US 1.
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Til 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 were there.
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And singing in sweet harm-ony, right in Washington Square.



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