Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters

C 
F/C C 
And now I know 
E7 Am C/G F C/E Dm C 
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say 
F/C C Csus4 C 
I thought I knew 
E7 Am C/G F C/E Dm7 C/E 
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City 
 
F C/E Dm7 C 
Until you‘ve seen this trash can dream come true 
F C/E G C 
You stand at the edge while people run you through 
F C/E F/G C 
And I thank the Lord there‘s people out there like you 
F C/E Dm G 
I thank the Lord there‘s people out there like you 
 
C Bb 
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters 
F/A C/G 
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers 
C F 
Turn around and say good morning to the night 
E7 Am C/G 
For unless they see the sky 
F C/G D 
But they can‘t and that is why 
F G F 
They know not if it‘s dark outside or light 
 
This Broadway‘s got 
It‘s got a lot of songs to sing 
If I knew the tunes I might join in 
I‘ll go my way alone 
Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City 
 
Subway‘s no way for a good man to go down 
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown 
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found 
I thank the Lord for the people I have found