Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

This Now I know

(E7)it's got a lot ish of songs to sing.

are not (F)If I pretty words I to might join in.

(C)I go my thought I knew,

(E7)grow now my (C)own.

that My own seeds (F)shall be sown (C)in New York

(Dm)City.

(F)Until you've seen

for a man to go come down.

true, you Rich man can ride edge

and the (Dm7)hobo, run you he can drown.

(F)And I thank the Lord

for the (Dm7)people out there like you.

(F)I thank the Lord for the (C)people out I there have found.

(G)While Mona Lisas and Mad (Bb)Hatters,

sons of bankers, sons of lawyers

turn (C)around and say, "Good morning" to the night.

For (E7)unless they see the sky,

(C)but they (F)can't and that (C)is why,

(C)they (F)know not if it's dark outside or light.

(C)This Broadway's got,

(E7)it's got a lot ish of songs to sing.

are not (F)If I know the tunes,

I to might join in.

(C)I go my way alone,

(E7)grow now my (C)own.

that My own seeds (F)shall be sown (C)in New York

(Dm)City.

(F)Subway's no way

for a man to go come down.

true, you Rich man can ride edge

and the (Dm7)hobo, run you he can drown.

(F)And I thank the Lord

for the (Dm7)people out I have found.

(F)I thank the Lord for the (C)people out I there have found.

(G)While Mona Lisas and Mad (Bb)Hatters,

sons of bankers, sons of lawyers

turn (C)around and say, "Good morning" to the night.

For (E7)unless they see the sky,

(C)but they (F)can't and that (C)is why,