New York Groove
(Russ Ballard)
Many years snice I was here, on the street I was passin' my timeaway
To the left and to the right, buildings towering to the sky
It's outta sight in the dead night
Here I am and in this city, with a fistful of dollars
And baby, you'd better belive
Chorus:
I'm back, back in the New York groove
I'm back, back in the New York groove
I'm back, back in the New York groove
Back in the New York groove, in the New York groove
In the back of my Cadillac
A wicked lady, sittin' by my side, sayin' "Where are we?"
Stop at third and forty-three, exit to the night
It's gonna be ecstacy, this place was meant for me
Feels so good tonight, who cares about tomorrow
So baby, you'd better belive
Chorus
I'm back, back in the New York groove (repeats out)
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