Lyrics

I'll say goodbye,
To all my sorrow,
And by tomorrow,
I'll be on my way,
I guess the Lord must be in New York City.

I'm so tired,
Of gettin' nowhere,
Seein' my prayers,
Goin' unanswered,
I guess the Lord must be in New York City.

Well, here I am, Lord,
Knockin' at your back door.
Ain't it wonderful to be,
Where I've always wanted to be?
For the first time, I'll breathe free in New York City.

I'll say goodbye,
To all my sorrow,
And by tomorrow,
I'll be on my way,
I guess the Lord must be in New York City.

Well, here I am, Lord,
Knockin' at your back door.
Ain't it wonderful to be,
Where I've always wanted to be?
For the first time, I'll breathe free in New York City.

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