G/D D G/D 
  
Asus4/E D G/D                  D               G 
              It was Christmas Eve babe in the drunk tank 
           D                       G/A       A            D 
An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song 
             G                            D 
The Rare Old Mountain Dew and I turned my face away 
    G        Asus4/E D   G/A 
And dreamed about    you 
  
  G/A            D                      G 
        Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one 
           D                       G/A        A 
I've got a feeling this year's for me and you 
         D                    G 
So happy Christmas I love you baby 
            D                G        Asus4/E    D 
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 
  
  
            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             Bm A 
The boys of the NYPD choir 
     D               Bm 
Were singing 'Galway Bay' 
        D          G 
And the bells were ringing 
A                 D A Bm G D A D Bm D G   D A D 
Out for Christmas day 
  
D 
You're a bum 
         D 
You're a punk 
                      A 
You're an old slut on junk 
       D            G         A 
Living there almost dead on a drip 
        D 
In that bed 
    D 
You scum bag 
  
You maggot 
                A 
You cheap lousy faggot 
      D              G 
Happy Christmas your arse 
       A 
I pray God 
         D     
It's our last 
   G             Bm A 
The boys of the NYPD choir 
           D               Bm 
Were still singing 'Galway Bay' 
        D          G 
And the bells were ringing 
A                 D A Bm G D A D Bm D G   D A D 
Out for Christmas day 
  

A            D 
I could have been someone 
              G 
Well So could anyone 
            D 
You took my dreams 
                     A 
From me when I first found you 
            D 
I kept them with me babe 
           G 
I put them with my own 
              D 
Can't make it all alone 
              G      A      D 
I've built my dreams around you 

   G             Bm A 
The boys of the NYPD choir 
           D               Bm 
Were still singing 'Galway Bay' 
        D ----- Palm Mute 
And the bells were ringing 
A                 D ...............Instrumental til end.
Out for Christmas day 


TMAC