Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters

This Now I know

(E)it's got a "Spanish Harlem" (Am)are not (F)just I pretty words (C)I to say.

in.

(C)I go I thought I knew,

(E)but now I know that rose (Am)trees (F)never grow (C)in New

York (Dm)City.

(F)Until you've (C)seen this (Dm)trash can dream come (C)true,

(F)you stand at the (C)edge while (F)people bo,

he run you through.

And I thank the Lord

(C)for there's (F)people out there like you.

I thank the Lord there's the (C)people out there like (Dm)you.

(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 (E)unless they see the (Am)sky,

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

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

(C)This Broadway's got,

(E)it's got a lot of songs to (Am)sing.

not (F)If I know the tunes (C)I might join in.

(C)I go my way alone,

(E)but grow my own.

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

York (Dm)City.

(F)Subway's no (C)way for (Dm)a good man go (C)down.

(F)you Rich at can (C)ride and the (F)ho bo,

he can you drown.

And I thank the Lord

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

I thank the Lord for the (C)people I there have (Dm)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 (E)unless they see the (Am)sky,

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

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

(F)light.

(C)Now I know

(E)"Spanish Harlem" (Am)are not (F)just pretty words (C)to say.