From Cape Cod Light to the Mississippi, San Francisco Bay
They're talking about this famous place, Greenwich Village Way
They hoot nanny all the time with folks from everywhere
From Sunday morning, rain or shine, right in Washington Square
And so I cut my banjo out, the city catching dust
And cleaned it right across the case, Greenwich Village or bust
My folks were sad to see me go, but I got no meaning there
And so I hoot nanny all the time with folks from everywhere
And so I said goodbye, Grants and Spoke, and hello, Washington Square
In Tennessee, I met a guy who played twelve-string guitar
He also had a mighty voice, not to mention a car
Each time he hit those blue crosshairs, he sure scouted out an air
I said, don't waste it all
The wind, come on to Washington Square
In New Orleans, we saw a girl, a walking with no shoes
And from her throne, the concert hall, she sure was singing the blues
She sang for all humanity, this girl with raven hair
I said, it's for the world to hear
Come on to Washington Square
We came and called into New York, on foot our U.S. one
Here up ahead, we saw the arch, a-cleaning, riding the sun
As far as all the eye could see, ten thousand folks were there
And singing in sweet harmony
Right in Washington Square
Right in Washington Square
Come on to Washington Square
Come on to Washington Square
Come on to Washington Square