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 Csus4 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
It's got a lot of songs to sing
If I knew the tunes I might join in
I'll go my way alone
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
Compositores: Ann Orson, Bernie Taupin
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