I Guess the Lord Must Be 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
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 knocking 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.
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by: José Duarte