Paroles de I Guess the Lord Must be 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 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