It was Christmas Eve babe in the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won t see another one And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew and I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one
I ve got a feeling this year s for me and you
So happy Christmas I love you baby
I can see a better time when all our dreams come true
G/D D G/D Asus4 /faster now/ D A D G A D
They ve got cars
Big as bars
They ve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It s no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on the corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day
You re a bum
You re a punk
You re an old on junk
Living there almost dead on a drip
In that bed
You scum bag
You maggot
You cheap lousy got
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God
It s our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were still singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day
I could have been someone
Well So could anyone
You took my dreams
From me when I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can t make it all alone
I ve built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were still singing Galway Bay
D Palm Mute
And the bells were ringing
A D ...............Instrumental til end.
Out for Christmas day