CONEY ISLAND WASHBOARD
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Verse:
Down by the beach
lived the sweetest little peach
And I must say
she just had the cutest way
Playing a chord up-on a wash-board
The folks would gather 'round, from everywhere in town, just to hear her play.
Coney Island washboard she would play
You could hear her on the boardwalk every day
Soap suds all around, little bubbles on the ground
Rub-a-dub-a-dub in her little tub, all those tunes she found