Tekst
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, here in New York City
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
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, here in New York City
Oh-ohh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
