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Letra : I Guess The Lord Must Be In New York City (From “Grand Army”)

(Mm, mm, mm, mm)
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, mm-mm

Oh, I'm so tired of getting nowhere
Seein' my prayers go unanswered
I guess the Lord must be in New York City

Well, here I am, Lord, I'm knockin' at your back door, hmm
Ain't it wonderful to be where I've always wanted to be?
For the first time, I'll breathe free
In New York City