Tom: C
C
F/C
C
And now I know
E7
Am
C/G
F
C/E
Dm
C
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
F/C
C
C4
C
I thought I knew
E7
Am
C/G
F
C/E
Dm7
C/E
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City
F
C/E
Dm7
C
Until you've seen this trash can dream come true
F
C/E
G
C
You stand at the edge while people run you through
F
C/E
F/G
C
And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
F
C/E
Dm
G
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
C
Bb
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
F/A
C/G
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
C
F
Turn around and say good morning to the night
E7
Am
C/G
For unless they see the sky
F
C/G
D
But they can't and that is why
F
G
F
They know not if it's dark outside or light
This Broadway's got