[Intro]
[Strophe]
A 
And now I know 
C#7      F#m     A       D              A           Bm 
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say 
A 
I thought I knew 
C#7        F#m        A          D         A            Bm 
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City  
D            A         Bm                   A 
Until you've seen this trash can dream come true 
D                A          E                    A 
You stand at the edge while people run you through 
D                 A          E                     A 
And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you 
D                        A                     Bm       E 
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
[Refrain]
           A             G 
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters 
        D                   A 
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers 
     A                                    D 
Turn around and say good morning to the night 
      C#7                F#m E 
For unless they see the sky 
         D         A       B 
But they can't and that is why 
     D                E               D        A 
They know not if it's dark outside or light
[Strophe]
A 
This Broadway's got 
C#7      F#m     A       D              A           Bm 
It's got a lot of songs to sing If I knew the tunes I might join in 
A 
I'll go my way alone 
C#7        F#m        A          D         A            Bm 
Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City  
D            A         Bm             A 
Subway's no way for a good man to go down 
D                A          E                    A 
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown 
D                 A          E                     A 
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found 
D                        A                     Bm       E 
I thank the Lord for the people I have found
[Refrain]
           A             G 
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters 
        D                   A 
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers 
     A                                    D 
Turn around and say good morning to the night 
      C#7                F#m E 
For unless they see the sky 
         D         A       B 
But they can't and that is why 
     D                E               D        A 
They know not if it's dark outside or light
[Strophe]
A 
And now I know 
C#7      F#m     A       D              A           Bm 
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say 
A 
I thought I knew 
C#7        F#m        A          D         A            Bm 
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City  
D            A         Bm             A 
Subway's no way for a good man to go down 
D                A          E                    A 
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown 
D                 A          E                     A 
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found 
D                        A                     Bm       E 
I thank the Lord for the people I have found
[Refrain]
           A             G 
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters 
        D                   A 
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers 
     A                                    D 
Turn around and say good morning to the night 
      C#7                F#m E 
For unless they see the sky 
         D         A       B 
But they can't and that is why 
     D                E               D        A 
They know not if it's dark outside or light
[Outro]
     D                E               D        A 
They know not if it's dark outside or light