| I'll 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. |
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| I'm so tired of getting nowhere, |
| Seeing my prayers going unanswered. |
| I guess the Lord must be in New York City. |
| |
| Well, here I am, Lord, knocking at on your back door. |
| Ain't it wonderful to be where I've always wanted to be? |
| For the first time, I'll breathe free here in New York City. |
| |
| I'll 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, |
| And seeing my prayers going unanswered. |
| I guess the Lord must be in New York City. |
| |
| Well, here I am, Lord, knocking at on your back door. |
| Ain't it wonderful to be where I've always wanted to be? |
| For the first time, I'll breathe free here in New York City. |
| |
| Ah-uh, |
| Ah-uh. |
| Ah-uh. |