Washington Square Songtext
von James Last
Washington Square Songtext
Cape Cod Light to Mississip′, to San Francisco Bay
They're talkin′ 'bout this famous place, down Greenwich Village way
So I got my banjo out, just sittin', catchin′ dust
And 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, come on to Washington Square"
She sang for all humanity, this gal with raven hair
I said, "It′s for the world to hear, come on to Washington Square"
We cannonballed into New York on good old US one
'Til up ahead we saw the arch, a-gleamin′ bright in the sun
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?
La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
Do-do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do
They're talkin′ 'bout this famous place, down Greenwich Village way
So I got my banjo out, just sittin', catchin′ dust
And 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, come on to Washington Square"
She sang for all humanity, this gal with raven hair
I said, "It′s for the world to hear, come on to Washington Square"
We cannonballed into New York on good old US one
'Til up ahead we saw the arch, a-gleamin′ bright in the sun
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?
La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
Do-do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do
Writer(s): Bob Goldstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

