Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

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And now I know
E7      Am     C       F              C           Dm        C
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
C
I thought I knew
E7        Am        C          F         C            Dm
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City

F            C         Dm
Until you've seen this trash can dream come true
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You stand at the edge while people run you through
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And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
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I thank the Lord there's people out there like you

           C             Bb
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
        F                   G
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
     C                                    F
Turn around and say good morning to the night
      E7                Am G
For unless they see the sky
         F         C       D
But they can't and that is why
     F                G               F        C
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
                                                 
                                       (C)
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