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I say goodbye to all my sorrows
and by tomorrow i'll be on my way
i guess the lord must be in new york city
I'm so tired of getting nowhere
seein' my prayers going unanswered
i guess the lord must be in new york city
Well here i am lord
knocking on your back door
ain't it wonderful to be
where i've always wanted to be
for the first time i'll be free
in new york city
I say goodbye to all my sorrows
and by tomorrow i'll be on my way
i guess the lord must be in new york city
I'm so tired of getting nowhere
seein' my prayers going unanswered
i guess the lord must be in new york city
Well here i am lord
knocking on your back door
ain't it wonderful to be
where i've always wanted to be
for the first time i'll be free
in new york city