C                Am               F
It was Christmas Eve babe, In the drunktank
           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

         C                     F
Got on a lucky one, came in eighteen to one
           C                       G
I've got a feeling, this year's 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

            C
They've got cars
       G
Big as bars
            Am        F
They've got rivers of gold
        C                G
But the wind goes right through you
        C              G
It's no place for the old
         C             Am
When you first took my hand
     C              F
On a cold Christmas Eve
    C
You promised me
G            Am          C
Broadway was waiting for me
         C
You were handsome
          G
You were pretty
C                  G
Queen of New York City
         C             F
When the band finished playing
     G              C
They howled out for more
C           G
Sinatra was swinging
C                        G
All the drunks they were singing
   C             F
We kissed on the corner
     G                  C
Then danced through the night
    F         Am C       G
The boys of the NYPD choir
G             C      Am
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
        C          F
And the bells were ringing
G                 C
Out for Christmas day

I think the instrumental goes like this:
C F
C G
C F
C G C

C
You're a bum
         G
You're a punk
          Am           F
You're an old slut on junk
       C              G
Living there almost dead
      C            G
on a drip In that bed
    C
You scum bag
      G
You maggot
C                G
You cheap lousy faggot
      C              F
Happy Christmas your arse
       G
I pray God
         C
It's our last

    F           Am C    G
The boys of the NYPD choir
       G       C       Am
Still singing `Galway Bay`
        C         F
And the bells are ringing
G                 C
Out for Christmas Day


             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


    F          Am C      G
The boys of the NYPD choir
      G         C      Am
Still singing `Galway Bay`
        C         F
And the bells are ringing
G                 C
Out for Christmas Day