written by Don Reidsung by the Statler Brothersfrom the Best of (1975)C DShe came to me shortly after ChristmasF G7 CSaid she hated sport & New Year's EveC DBut the truth doesn't wait to come in seasonF G7 C& what we had feared was now believedDShe said she'd leave come Monday mornin'F G7 CCatch a plane if I'd split the fareDShe said she had friends in New York CityF G7 CShe'd look them up & have the baby thereF CAnd now she's alone in New York CityF CLivin' like Lord I wonder howAm DAn angel in hell in New York CityF G7 CI can't think about that nowD EHoney, will you tell him Bible storiesG A7 D& give him all the love I never could?EBut never tell him too much about his daddyG A7 D'Cause there's not much to say that's goodEHe'll have to learn it all from his motherG A7 DHow to count & say his ABC'sE& when you teach him prayers to say at bedtimeG A7 DLeave out "God bless daddy," won't you please?G DAnd now they're alone in New York CityG DLivin' like Lord I wonder howBm E2 angels in hell in New York CityG A7 DI can't think about that nowG A7 DI can't think about that now
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