The Ames Brothers - Washington square

^CmFrom Cape Cod ^GLight to the ^CmMississip', to San Fran^Abcisco ^EbBay. ^GThey're ^Cmtalkin' '^Gbout this ^Cmfamous place, ^Abdown Greenwich ^GmVillage ^Cmway. ^EbThey hootenanny ^Cmall the time with folks from ^Abevery^Ebwhere. ^EbCome Sunday morning, rain or ^Cmshine, ^Abright in ^GmWashington ^CmSquare.

^CmAnd so I got my banjo out, just sitting, ^Abcatching ^Ebdust. ^GAnd ^Cpainted ^Gright across the ^Cmcase, 'Greenwich Village

My ^Ebfolks were sad to ^Cmsee me go, but I got no ^Abmeaning ^Ebthere. ^GmSo, ^EbI said, goodbye, ^CmKansas, Mo. and ^Abhello, ^GmWashington ^CmSquare.

^AbNear ^DbmTennes^Absee, I ^Dbmmet a guy who played 12-^Astring ^Eguitar. ^AbHe ^Dbalso ^Abhad a ^Dbmmighty voice, ^Anot to ^Abmmention a ^Dbmcar. Each ^Etime he hit those ^Dbmbluegrass chords, you sure smelled ^Amountain ^Eair. ^AbI ^Esaid, don't waste it ^Dbmon the wind, come ^Aon to ^AbmWashington ^DbmSquare.

^AIn ^DNew Orleans, we ^Dmsaw a gal a-walkin' ^Bbwith no ^Fshoes. ^AmAnd ^Dmfrom her throat there comes a growl, she ^Bbsure was ^Dmsingin'

She ^Fsang for all ^Dmhumanity, this gal with ^Bbraven ^Fhair. I said, it's for the ^Dmworld to hear, ^BbCome to ^AmWashington ^DmSquare.

^BbmWe ^Ebmcannonballed into New York on good old ^BUS ^Gb1. ^BbTil up ^Ebmahead we saw the arch, a-^Bgleamin' ^Ebmbright in the sun. As ^Gbfar as all the ^Ebmeye could see, ten thousand ^Bfolks were ^Gbthere. And ^Gbsinging in sweet ^Ebmharm-^Gbony, ^Bright in ^BbmWashington ^EbmSquare.

^EbmLet's go to ^BbmWashington ^EbmSquare..come on to ^BbmWashington ^EbmSquare..(Fade.)