Tom: C
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
