Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

C (x32010@1)
And now I know
E7 (020130@1)    Am (x02210@1)   C (x32010@1)     F (133211@1)            C (x32010@1)         Dm (xx0231@1)      CSpanish (x32010@1)Harlem are not just pretty words to say
CI (x32010@1)thought I knew
E7 (020130@1)      Am (x02210@1)      C (x32010@1)        F (133211@1)       C (x32010@1)          DmBut (xx0231@1)now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City

F (133211@1)          C (x32010@1)       DmUntil (xx0231@1)you've seen this trash can dream come true
F (133211@1)              C (x32010@1)        G (320003@1)                  CYou (x32010@1)stand at the edge while people run you through
F (133211@1)               C (x32010@1)        G (320003@1)                   CAnd (x32010@1)I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
F (133211@1)                      C (x32010@1)                   Dm (xx0231@1)     GI (320003@1)thank the Lord there's people out there like you

           C (x32010@1)           BbWhile (x1333x@1)Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
        F (133211@1)                 GSons (320003@1)of bankers, sons of lawyers
     C (x32010@1)                                  FTurn (133211@1)around and say good morning to the night
      E7 (020130@1)              Am (x02210@1)name="chord_320003@1">G
For unless they see the sky
         F (133211@1)       C (x32010@1)     DBut (xx0232@1)they can't and that is why
     F (133211@1)              G (320003@1)             F (133211@1)      CThey (x32010@1)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