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