Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters piano leadsheet with chords

This Now I know

it's got a "Spanish Harlem" are not just I pretty words I to say.

in.

I go I thought I knew,

but now I know that rose trees never grow in New

York City.

Until you've seen this trash can dream come true,

you stand at the edge while people bo,

he run you through.

And I thank the Lord

for there's people out there like you.

I thank the Lord there's the people out there like you.

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters,

sons of bankers, sons of lawyers turn around and say,

"Good morning" to the night.

For unless they see the sky,

but they can't and that is why,

they know not if it's dark outside or light.

This Broadway's got,

it's got a lot of songs to sing.

not If I know the tunes I might join in.

I go my way alone,

but grow my own.

My own seeds shall be sown in New

York City.

Subway's no way for a good man go down.

you Rich at can ride and the ho bo,

he can you drown.

And I thank the Lord

for the people out there have found.

I thank the Lord for the people I there have found.

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters,

sons of bankers, sons of lawyers turn around and say,

"Good morning" to the night.

For unless they see the sky,

but they can't and that is why,

they know not if it's dark outside or light.

light.

Now I know

"Spanish Harlem" are not just pretty words to say.

I thought I knew,

but now I know that rose trees never grow in New

York City.

light.

They know not if it's dark outside or light.