[Verse1]
It was Christmas [D]Eve babe, In the [G]drunktank
An old man [D]said to me, won't see [A]another one
And then he [D]sang a
song, The Rare Old [G]Mountain Dew
I turned my [D]face away And [G]dreamed [A]about [D]you
[Verse2]
Got on a [D]lucky one Came in eigh[G]eighteen to one
I've got a [D]feeling This year's for [A]me and you
So happy [D]Christmas, I love you[G]you baby
I can see a [D]better time
When [G]all our [A]dreams come [D]true
[Verse3]
They've got [D]cars
Big as [A]bars
They've got [Bm]rivers of [G]gold
But the [D]wind goes right through you
It's no place for the [A]old
When you [D]first took my [Bm]hand
On a [D]cold Christmas [G]Eve
You [D]promised me
[G]Broadway was w[A]waiting for m[D]me
[Verse4]
You were [D]handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York [A]City
When the [D]band finished [G]playing
They [A]howled out for [D]more
[D]Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were [A]singing
We [D]kissed on the [G]corner
Then [A]danced through the [D]night
[Chorus]
The [G]boys of the NYPD [A]choir
Were [D]singing 'Galway [Bm]Bay'
And the [D]bells were [G]ringing
[A]Out for Christmas [D]day
[Instrumental]
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[Verse5]
[D]You're a bum
You're a [A]punk
You're an [Bm]old gal on ju[G]junk
Living [D]there almost dead
on a drip In that [A]bed
You [D]scum bag
You maggot
You cheap lousy [A]blaggar
Happy [D]Christmas your [G]muggar
I pray [A]God
It's our [D]last
[Chorus]
The boy[G]boys of the NYPD [A]choir
Still s[D]singing `Galway [Bm]Bay`
And the [D]bells are [G]ringing
[A]Out for Christmas [D]Day
[Verse6]
I could have [D]been
someone Well, So could [G]anyone
You took my [D]dreams From
me when I first [A]found you
I kept them [D]with me babe
I put them [G]with my own
Can't make it [D]all alone I've
built my dreams [A]around [D]you
[Chorus]
The boy[G]boys of the NYPD [A]choir
Still [D]Singing `Galway [Bm]Bay`
And the [D]bells are [G]ringing
[A]Out for Christmas [D]Day
[Outro]
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