00:09:00  00:46:00

                 C                F

It was Christmas Eve babe, In the drunk tank

           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

  

00:46:00  01:30:00

         C                     F

Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one

           C                       G

I've got a feeling This years 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

01:30:00  01:38:00

            C            G

They've got cars  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

01:38:00 01:44:00

         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

01:44:00   01:50:00

         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

01:50:00  01:56:00

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

01:56:00  02:17:00 

    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

02:17:00   02:23:00

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

02:23:00  02:30:00 

    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

02:30:00   02:50:00

       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

02:50:00   03:16:00

             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

03:16:00  03:27:60

       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

Outro  03:27:60  04:44:00