Elton John – Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters (Guitar)

Capo 3
Key
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Versions (3)

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Chords

[Verse 1]
A
And now I know

C#7      F#m     A       D              A           Bm    
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say

A
I thought I knew

C#7        F#m        A          D         A            Bm
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City

D            A         Bm                   A
Until you've seen this trash can dream come true

D                A          E                    A
You stand at the edge while people run you through

D                 A          E                     A
And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you

D                        A                     Bm       E
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
[Chorus]
           A             G
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

        D                   A
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers

     A                                    D
Turn around and say good morning to the night

      C#7                F#m E
For unless they see the sky

         D         A       B
But they can't and that is why

     D                E               D        A
They know not if it's dark outside or light
[Verse 2]
A
This Broadway's got

C#7               F#m        A  D             A                 Bm        
It's got a lot of songs to sing If I knew the tunes I might join in

A
I'll go my way alone

C#7        F#m        A          D         A            Bm
Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City

D            A         Bm             A
Subway's no way for a good man to go down

D                A          E                    A
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown

D                 A          E                     A
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found

D                        A                     Bm       E
I thank the Lord for the people I have found
[Chorus]
           A             G
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

        D                   A
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers

     A                                    D
Turn around and say good morning to the night

      C#7                F#m E
For unless they see the sky

         D         A       B
But they can't and that is why

     D                E               D        A
They know not if it's dark outside or light
[Verse 3]
A
And now I know

C#7      F#m     A       D              A           Bm      
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say

A
I thought I knew

C#7        F#m        A          D         A            Bm
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City

D            A         Bm             A
Subway's no way for a good man to go down

D                A          E                    A
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown

D                 A          E                     A
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found

D                        A                     Bm       E
I thank the Lord for the people I have found
[Chorus]
           A             G
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

        D                   A
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers

     A                                    D
Turn around and say good morning to the night

      C#7                F#m E
For unless they see the sky

         D         A       B
But they can't and that is why

     D                E               D        A
They know not if it's dark outside or light
[Outro]
     D                E               D        A
They know not if it's dark outside or light