Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters

C

C         F/C  C
And now I know
E7           Am     C/G  F           C/E        Dm7        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
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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
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Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
       C             C/E        C/G      F
Turn around and say good morning to the night
         E7                 Am  C/G
For unless they see the sky
          F        C/E        Dm
But they can't and that is why
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They know not if it's dark outside or light
C/E       C

C          F/C  C
This Broadway's got
E7             Am          C/G
It's got a lot of songs to sing
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If I knew the tunes I might join in
      F/C        C        Csus4 C
I'll go my way alone
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Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City
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Subway's no way for a good man to go down
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Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
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And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
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I thank the Lord for the people I have found

            C                  Bb
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
              F/A               C/G
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
       C             C/E        C/G      F
Turn around and say good morning to the night
         E7                 Am  C/G
For unless they see the sky
          F        C/E        Dm
But they can't and that is why
         F              G                F
They know not if it's dark outside or light
C/E       C

         F/C  C
And now I know
E7           Am     C/G  F           C/E        Dm7        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
Subway's no way for a good man to go down
F              C/E         G             C
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
F               C/E           G             C
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
F                  C/E                     Dm         G
I thank the Lord for the people I have found

            C                  Bb
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
              F/A               C/G
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
       C             C/E        C/G      F
Turn around and say good morning to the night
         E7                 Am  C/G
For unless they see the sky
          F        C/E        Dm
But they can't and that is why
         F              G                F
They know not if it's dark outside or light
C/G

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