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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