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