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

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

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

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

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

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