Tabbed by: Emrldeyzs


VERSE 1:


C     F     C     E7        Am   C       F           C         Dm 
  And now I know, Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
C   Dm7       C     E7        Am        C          F               
  I thought I knew, But now I know that rose trees never grow 
C              Dm    C F      
  in New York  City 
               C         Dm 	                   C
  Until you've seen this trash can dream come true
F                  C          Dm             C
  You stand at the edge while people run you through
F                    C Dm                       C
  And I thank the Lord  there's people out there like you
F                         C                     Dm   G G7
  I thank the Lord there's people out there like you


CHORUS:

           C             Bb
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
        Am               C
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
     C 	                        C      F
Turn around and say good morning to the night
      E7                Am  C
For unless they see the sky
 	  F 	    C     D  
But they can't and that is why
     F                G               F     C  Dm7  C  
They know not if it's dark outside or light


VERSE 2:

C      F          C    E7                Am           C  
  This Broadway's got, It's got a lot of songs to sing
F               C                  Dm    
  If I knew the tunes I might join in,  
C            Dm7  C
  I'll go my way alone
E7        Am      C         F             C           Dm   Dm7  C
  Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City 

F 	    C         Dm 	           C    
Subway's no way for a good man to go down
F 	     C            Dm 	  C     	 
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
F 	  	    C       Dm           C     
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
F                        C             Dm    G  G7
I thank the Lord for the people I have found

CHORUS:

VERSE 3:

C     F     C     E7        Am   C       F           C         Dm 
  And now I know, Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
C   Dm7       C     E7        Am        C          F               
  I thought I knew, But now I know that rose trees never grow 
C              Dm    C F      
  in New York  City 
  	    C         Dm 	           C    
Subway's no way for a good man to go down
F 	     C            Dm 	  C     	 
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
F 	  	    C       Dm            C     
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
F                        C             Dm    G  G7
I thank the Lord for the people I have found

CHORUS:

           C             Bb
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
        Am               C
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
     C 	                  C              F
Turn around and say good morning to the night
      E7                Am  C
For unless they see the sky
 	  F 	    C       D  C
But they can't and that is why
          F           G               F      C  Dm7  C  
They know not if it's dark outside or light
     F 	  	       G 	  	       F  C  Dm7  C  
They know not if it's dark outside or light

-FADE