C5 D5 C5 C5 E5 E5 A5 C5 And now I know Spanish Harlem are not F5 F5 C5 C5 D5 D5 D5 D5 Just pretty words to say C5 D5 C5 C5 E5 E5 A5 C5 I thought I knew, but now I know that rose trees F5 F5 C5 C5 D5 D5 Never grow in New York City F5 F5 C5 C5 D5 D5 C5 C5 Until you've seen this trash can dream come true F5 F5 C5 C5 G5 G5 C5 C5 You stand at the edge while people run you through F5 F5 C5 C5 G5 G5 C5 C5 I thank the lord there's people out there like you F5 F5 C5 C5 D5 D5 I thank the lord there's people out there like you G5 C5 G5 G5 C5 C5 Bb5 Bb5 F5 F5 C5 C5 While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters, sons of bankers, sons of lawyers C5 C5 C5 C5 F5 F5 F5 F5 Turn around and say good morning to the night E5 E5 A5 G5 F5 E5 D5 D5 D5 D5 For unless they see the sky, but they can't, and that is why F5 F5 G5 G5 F5 F5 C5 C5 They know not if it's dark outside or light This Broadway's got, it's got a lot of songs to sing, and If I knew the tune 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 this 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 While Mona Lisas... And now I know Spanish Harlem... Subway's no way... While Mona Lisas... F5 F5 C5 C5 F5 F5 C5 . They know not if it's dark outside or light. - Adam Schneider, schneider@pobox.com
