MONA LISAS AND MAD HATTERS (Elton John & Bernie Taupin)
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* Gapo 2.
* Each chord is half a measure; well, not _exactly_ half, but let's put it
  this way: two chords equal one measure.
* Where I put an asterisk by a chord, that means play around with it.
  - For the C's, that means make some C(9)'s, x32030 or x30010.
  - Dm7: play Dm7(4), xx0213 or xx0011.
  - F: play F(9), xx3213 or x33011 or xx3011.
  - D: Play D, D(9), and Dsus; xx0232, xx0230, & xx0233
  - In other words, the usual Indigo Girls variations...


G     Gsus4 G   G*  B7  B7       Em     G/D
  And now I know        Spanish Harlem are not
C    C        G/B     G/B   Am7   Am7   Am7*  Am7*
Just pretty words to say
G   Gsus4     G    G*  B7     B7      Em        G/D
  I thought I knew,       but now I know that rose trees
C      C  G/B   G/B    Am7*  Am7*
Never grow in New York City

C      C        G  G       Am7       Am7        G  G
  Until you've seen this trash can dream come true
C       C           G  G      D       D7        G    G
  You stand at the edge while people run you through
C     C        G  G        D7           D7        G  G
  I thank the lord there's people out there like you
C             C            G/B        G/B         Am7  Am7*
  I thank the lord there's people out there like you

D  G  D      D     G     G       F       F        C       C          G    G
       While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters, sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
      G          G         G      G       C   C   C*  C*
Turn around and say good morning to the night
      B7        B7        Em  D         C          Bm         A*  A*  A* A*
For unless they see the sky,   but they can't, and that is why
     C         C       D        D      C*   C*  G   Gsus4  (G)
They know not if it's dark outside or light                   (This...)

This Broadway's got, it's got a lot of songs to sing, and
If I knew the tune 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 this 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

While Mona Lisas...

And now I know Spanish Harlem...

Subway's no way...

While Mona Lisas...
     C         C       G       G      C    C*  G.
They know not if it's dark outside or light.



- transcribed by Adam Schneider, http://adamschneider.net/