C And now I know E7 Am C F C Cm Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say 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 Dm 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 G C And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you F C Dm G I thank the Lord there's people out there like you C Bb While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters F G Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers C F Turn around and say good morning to the night E7 Am G For unless they see the sky F C D But they can't and that is why F G F C 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 (C) 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