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
Seeing 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 in New York City
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 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

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