Biography:
Maren Morris is a singer and songwriter whose music bridges the gap between hard country, classic rock, and hip-hop-influenced pop; she has enjoyed success as both a tunesmith and a performer. Morris was born in Dallas, Texas on April 10, 1990 and grew up with a love of music, saying she was always willing to belt out a tune on the family's karaoke machine by age ten. By the time she was 14, she had learned to play guitar and began playing professionally, self-releasing a debut album, Walk On.
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Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the album Restoration
[Verse 1]
F A#/F F
And now I know
A7 Dm F/C A# F/A Gm
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
F A#/F F
I thought I knew
A7 Dm F/C A# F/A Gm7
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City
A# F/A Gm7 F
Until you've seen.....this trash can dream come true
A# F/A C F
You stand at the edge..... while people run you through
A# F/A C F
And I thank the Lord... there's people out there like you
A# F/A Gm C
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
[Chorus]
F D#
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
A#/D F/C
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
F A#
Turn around and say good morning to the night
A7 Dm F/C
For unless they see the sky
A# F/C G
But they can't and that is why
A# C A#
They know not if it's dark outside or light
[Verse 2]
F A#/F F
This Broadway's got
A7 Dm F/C A# F/A Gm
It's got a lot of songs to sing and If I knew the tune I might join in
F A#/F F
I'll go my way alone
A7 Dm F/C A# F/A Gm7
Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City
A# F/A Gm7 F
Subway's no way for a good man to go down
A# F/A C F
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
A# F/A C F
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
A# F/A Gm C
I thank the Lord for the people I have found
[Chorus]
F D#
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
A#/D F/C
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
F A#
Turn around and say good morning to the night
A7 Dm F/C
For unless they see the sky
A# F/C G
But they can't and that is why
A# C A#
They know not if it's dark outside or light
[Verse 3]
F A#/F F
And now I know
A7 Dm F/C A# F/A Gm
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
F A#/F F
I thought I knew
A7 Dm F/C A# F/A Gm7
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City
A# F/A Gm7 F
Subway's no way for a good man to go down
A# F/A C F
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
A# F/A C F
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
A# F/A Gm C
I thank the Lord for the people I have found
[Chorus]
F D#
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
A#/D F/C
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
F A#
Turn around and say good morning to the night
A7 Dm F/C
For unless they see the sky
A# F/C G
But they can't and that is why
A# C A#
They know not if it's dark outside or light
[Outro]
A# C A#
They know not if it's dark outside or light
Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the album Restoration
[Verse 1]
F A#/F F
And now I know
A7 Dm F/C A# F/A Gm
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
F A#/F F
I thought I knew
A7 Dm F/C A# F/A Gm7
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City
A# F/A Gm7 F
Until you've seen.....this trash can dream come true
A# F/A C F
You stand at the edge..... while people run you through
A# F/A C F
And I thank the Lord... there's people out there like you
A# F/A Gm C
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
[Chorus]
F D#
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
A#/D F/C
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
F A#
Turn around and say good morning to the night
A7 Dm F/C
For unless they see the sky
A# F/C G
But they can't and that is why
A# C A#
They know not if it's dark outside or light
[Verse 2]
F A#/F F
This Broadway's got
A7 Dm F/C A# F/A Gm
It's got a lot of songs to sing and If I knew the tune I might join in
F A#/F F
I'll go my way alone
A7 Dm F/C A# F/A Gm7
Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City
A# F/A Gm7 F
Subway's no way for a good man to go down
A# F/A C F
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
A# F/A C F
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
A# F/A Gm C
I thank the Lord for the people I have found
[Chorus]
F D#
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
A#/D F/C
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
F A#
Turn around and say good morning to the night
A7 Dm F/C
For unless they see the sky
A# F/C G
But they can't and that is why
A# C A#
They know not if it's dark outside or light
[Verse 3]
F A#/F F
And now I know
A7 Dm F/C A# F/A Gm
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
F A#/F F
I thought I knew
A7 Dm F/C A# F/A Gm7
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City
A# F/A Gm7 F
Subway's no way for a good man to go down
A# F/A C F
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
A# F/A C F
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
A# F/A Gm C
I thank the Lord for the people I have found
[Chorus]
F D#
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
A#/D F/C
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
F A#
Turn around and say good morning to the night
A7 Dm F/C
For unless they see the sky
A# F/C G
But they can't and that is why
A# C A#
They know not if it's dark outside or light
[Outro]
A# C A#
They know not if it's dark outside or light
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