Capo 2nd fret
Standard (EADGBE)
And now I know Spanish Harlem are not
Just pretty words to say
I thought I knew, but now I know that rose trees
Never grow in New York City
Until you've seen this trash can dream come true
You stand at the edge while people run you through
I thank the lord there's people out there like you
I thank the lord there's people out there like you
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters, sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky, but they can't, and that is why
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...
They know not if it's dark outside or light.