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