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