Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters Elton John

Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters

Elton John

Austin Bradshaw

2137
0:00 4:50
Accordatura Standard (E A D G B E)
Tempo 4/4
Tonalità: C
Capotasto:
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Testo

[Verse 1]
C
 And now I know
E7           Am     G    F                C
  Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
Dm C
    I thought I knew
E7              Am         G      F
  But now I know  that rose trees never grow
C            Dm
 In New York City

[Bridge]
F                 C          Dm7                   C
 Until you've seen this trash   can dream come true
F                     C         G
 You stand at the edge while people run you through
C F
   And I thank the Lord
C        Dm7                      C
 There's people out there like you
F                         C                     Dm
 I thank the Lord there's people out there like you

[Chorus]
G             C           A#
 While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
           F                C
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
F      E7                   Am G
 For unless they see the sky
         F              C     D
But they can't and that is why
G     F                    G           F    C
 They know not if it's dark outside or light

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

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

[Chorus]
G             C           A#
 While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
           F                C
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
F      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

[Verse 3]
C
 And now I know
E7           Am     G    F                C
  Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
Dm C
    I thought I knew
E7              Am         G      F
  But now I know  that rose trees never grow
C            Dm
 In New York City

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

[Chorus]
G             C           A#
 While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
           F                C
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
F      E7                   Am G
 For unless they see the sky
         F              C     D
But they can't and that is why
     F                    G           F
They know not if it's dark outside or light
C     F                             G       F C
 They know not if it's dark outside or light

Battute

[Verse 1]
| C - | - - | E7 - | Am G |
| F - | C - | Dm - | -  - |
| C - | - - | E7 - | Am G |
| F - | C - | Dm - | -  - |

And now I know
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know  that rose trees never grow
In New York City

[Bridge]
| F | C | Dm7 | C |
| F | C | G   | C |
| F | C | Dm7 | C |
| F | C | Dm  | - |

Until you've seen this trash   can dream come true
You stand at the edge while people run you through
And I thank the Lord
There's people out there like you
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you

[Chorus]
| G - | - - | C  - | A# - |
| F - | C - | -  - | -  - |
| F - | - - | E7 - | Am G |
| F C | D - | G  - | F  - |
| G - | F - | C  - |

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light

[Verse 2]
                    | C - |
| - - | E7 - | Am G | F - |
| C - | Dm - | -  - | C - |
| - - | E7 - | Am G | F - |
| C - | Dm - | -  - |

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

[Bridge]
              | F |
| C | Dm7 | C | F |
| C | G   | C | F |
| C | Dm7 | C | F |
| C | Dm  | - |

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

[Chorus]
                    | G - |
| - - | C  - | A# - | F - |
| C - | -  - | -  - | F - |
| - - | E7 - | Am G | F C |
| D - | -  - | F  - | G - |
| F - | C  - |

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light

[Verse 3]
              | C - | - - |
| E7 - | Am G | F - | C - |
| Dm - | -  - | C - | - - |
| E7 - | Am G | F - | C - |
| Dm - | -  - |

And now I know
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know  that rose trees never grow
In New York City

[Bridge]
          | F | C |
| Dm7 | C | F | C |
| G   | C | F | C |
| Dm7 | C | F | C |
| Dm  | - |

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

[Chorus]
              | G - | - - |
| C  - | A# - | F - | C - |
| -  - | -  - | F - | - - |
| E7 - | Am G | F C | D - |
| -  - | F  - | G - | F - |
| C  - | F  - | G - | F - |
| C  - |

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light
They know not if it's dark outside or light

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