Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters taby ukulele według Elton John

# F(2) = 2013
# G(2) = 0235

C   F(2)  C
And now I know
E7      Am     C       F           C        Dm
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
C F(2)      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         Dm7                  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            F(2)                  C
And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
F                        C                     Dm Dm7 G Gsus4 G(2)
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you

# CHORUS:
           C             Bb
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  C
For unless they see the sky
         F         C       D
But they can't and that is why
     F                G               F     Am Dm C
They know not if it's dark outside or light

C    F(2)       C
This Broadway's got
E7                Am
It's got a lot of songs to sing
F             C                  Dm
If I knew the tunes I might join in
C          F(2) C
I'll go my way alone
E7      Am                F             C           Dm
Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City

F           C         Dm7            C
Subway's no way for a good man to go down
F            C            G           C
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
F               C            F(2)          C
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
F                        C             Dm Dm7 G Gsus4 G(2)
I thank the Lord for the people I have found

# [Repeat CHORUS]

C   F(2)  C
And now I know
E7      Am     C       F           C        Dm
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
C F(2)      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         Dm7            C
Subway's no way for a good man to go down
F            C            G           C
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
F               C            F(2)          C
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
F                        C             Dm Dm7 G Gsus4 G(2)
I thank the Lord for the people I have found


# [Repeat CHORUS]
     F                G               F     Am Dm C
They know not if it's dark outside or light