D            D6     D      D6 
I?ll say goodbye to all my sorrow 
    D    D6     D             A7 
And by tomorrow I?ll be on my way 
                                     D    D6  D  D6 
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 


D7                                   G        G F# E      
Well here I am Lord knocking on your back door 
         A 
Ain?t it wonderful to be where I?ve always wanted to be 
                                                          D    D6  D  D6 
For the first time I?ll breathe free here in New York City. 

Repeat all 


by: Jos? Duarte 
jtduarte1@gmail.com