Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters Chords

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Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the album Honky Chateau
C
         F  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          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