C And now I know E7 Am C F C Dm Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say C I thought I knew E7 Am C F C Dm But now I know that rose trees never grow 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 G 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 Chorus: C A# While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters F C Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers C F Turn around and say good morning to the night E7 Am G For unless they see the sky F C D But they can't and that is why F G F C They know not if it's dark outside or light This Broadway's got It's got a lot of songs to sing If I knew the tunes, I might join in I'd go my way alone I'd grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City Subway's no way for a 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 Chorus 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 Subway's no way for a 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 Chorus They know not if it's dark outside or light | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm A# C D Dm E7 F G |