Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Elton John
[C]And now I know
[E7]Spanish [Am]Harlem [C]are not [F]just pretty wor[C]ds to say[Dm] [C]
[C]I thought I knew
[E7]But now I [Am]know that [C]rose trees [F]never grow[C] in New York [Dm]City
[F]Until you've [C]seen this [Dm]trash can dream come true
[F]You stand at the [C]edge while [G]people run you throug[C]h
[F]And I thank the Lo[C]rd there's [G]people out there like [C]you
[F]I thank the Lord there's [C]people out there like [Dm]you[G]
While Mona [C]Lisas and Mad [Bb]Hatters
Sons of [F]bankers, sons of law[G]yers
Turn [C]around and say good morning to the ni[F]ght
For un[E7]less they see the [Am]sky[G]
But they [F]can't and [C]that is [D]why
They [F]know not if it's [G]dark outside or [F]light[C]
This Broadway's got
It's got a lot of songs to sing
If I knew the tunes 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 a good man to go do[(C)]wn
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
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