Chords with lyrics
Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
C majorC
And now I know
C majorC
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
C majorC
I thought I knew
DmDm
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City
DmDm
Until you've seen this trash can dream come true
C majorC
You stand at the edge while people run you through
C majorC
And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
G+G
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
Bb majorBb
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
G+G
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
FF
Turn around and say good morning to the night
G+G
For unless they see the sky
D MajorD
But they can't and that is why
C majorC
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 majorC)
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
