C F It was Christmas Eve babe, In the drunktank C G An old man said to me, won't see another one C F And then he sang a song, The Rare Old Mountain Dew C G C I turned my face away And dreamed about you C F Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one C G I've got a feeling This year's for me and you C F So happy Christmas, I love you baby C G C I can see a better time When all our dreams come true C They've got cars G Big as bars Am F They've got rivers of gold C But the wind goes right through you G It's no place for the old C Am When you first took my hand C F On a cold Christmas Eve C You promised me G C Broadway was waiting for me C You were handsome You were pretty G Queen of New York City C F When the band finished playing G C They howled out for more C Sinatra was swinging G All the drunks they were singing C F We kissed on the corner G C Then danced through the night F G The boys of the NYPD choir C Am Were singing 'Galway Bay' C F And the bells were ringing G C Out for Christmas day C F C G C F C G C C You're a bum G You're a punk Am F You're an old slut on junk C Living there almost dead G on a drip In that bed C You scum bag You maggot G You cheap lousy faggot C F Happy Christmas your arse G I pray God C It's our last F G The boys of the NYPD choir C Am Still singing `Galway Bay` C F And the bells are ringing G C Out for Christmas Day C F I could have been someone Well, So could anyone C G You took my dreams From me when I first found you C F I kept them with me babe I put them with my own C G C Can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you F G The boys of the NYPD choir C Am Still Singing `Galway Bay` C F And the bells are ringing G C Out for Christmas Day C You're a bum C You're a punk G You're an old slut on junk C F Living there almost dead G C on a drip In that bed
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