Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters

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    Now I know, "Spanish harlem"
          F           C         Dm
 are not just pretty words to say
C                 E7           
  I thought I knew, but now I 
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know that rose trees never grow
C             Dm
 In New York city
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Until you've seen this trash can
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 dream come true
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You stand at the edge, while 
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people run you through
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And I thank the Lord, there's 
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people out there like you
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I thank the Lord there's people 
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out there like you

           C             Bb
While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
        F               C
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say, "good morning" 
        F
to the night
     E7                  Am    
For unless they see the sky, but 
        F                D
they can't and that is why
     F                 G          
They know not if it's dark out 
      F   C
side or light

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

           C             Bb
While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
        F               C
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say, "good morning" 
        F
to the night
     E7                  Am    
For unless they see the sky, but 
        F                D
they can't and that is why
     F                 G          
They know not if it's dark out 
      F   C
side or light

C             E7            Am  
    Now I know, "Spanish harlem"
          F           C         Dm
 are not just pretty words to say
C                 E7           
  I thought I knew, but now I 
Am                   F
know that rose trees never grow
C             Dm
 In New York city
F          C            Dm      
Subways no way , for a good man 
        C
to go down
F             C             G   
Rich man can ride, and the hobo 
         C
he can drown
F                  C           F
And I thank the Lord, for the 
              C
people I have found
F                        C       
I thank the Lord for the people I
        Dm G
 have found

           C             Bb
While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
        F               C
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say, "good morning" 
        F
to the night
     E7                  Am    
For unless they see the sky, but 
        F                D
they can't and that is why
     F                 G          
They know not if it's dark out 
      F   C
side or light
     F                 G          
They know not if it's dark out 
      F   C
side or light