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(Don Reid) She came to me shortly after Christmas Said she hated spoiling New Year's Eve But the truth doesn't wait to come in season And what we had feared was now believed. She said she'd leave come Monday mornin' Catch a plane if I'd split the fare She had friends who lived in New York City (New York City) She'd look them up and have the baby there. And now she's alone in New York City (New York City) Livin' like, Lord, I wonder how An angel in hell in New York City (New York City) But I can't think about that now. Honey, will you tell him Bible stories And give him all the love I never could? And never tell him too much 'bout his daddy 'Cause there's not much to say that's good. He'll have to learn it all from his mother How to count and say his A-B-C's But when you teach him prayers to say at bedtime (New York City) Leave off ''God bless daddy,'' won't you please? And now they're alone in New York City (New York City) Livin' like, Lord, I wonder how Two angels in hell in New York City (New York City) But I can't think about that now. I can't think about that now... |