Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters

C Dm C C E7 E7 Am C/G And now I know Spanish Harlem are not F F C C Dm7 Dm7 Dm7 Dm7 Just pretty words to say C Dm C C E7 E7 Am C/G I thought I knew, but now I know that rose trees F F C C Dm7 Dm7 Never grow in New York City F F C C Dm7 Dm7 C C Until you've seen this trash can dream come true F F C C G G7 C C You stand at the edge while people run you through F F C C G7 G7 C C I thank the lord there's people out there like you F F C C Dm7 Dm7 I thank the lord there's people out there like you G C G G C C Bb Bb F F C C While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters, sons of bankers, sons of lawyers C C C C F F F F Turn around and say good morning to the night E7 E7 Am G F Em D D D D For unless they see the sky, but they can't, and that is why F F G G F F C C They know not if it's dark outside or light This Broadway's got, it's got a lot of songs to sing, and If I knew the tune I might join in I'll go my way alone, grow my own, my own seeds Shall be sown in New York City Subway's no way for this 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 While Mona Lisas... And now I know Spanish Harlem... Subway's no way... While Mona Lisas... F F C C F F C. They know not if it's dark outside or light. - Adam Schneider, schneider@pobox.com