Jesse Malin Follow

It was Christmas Eve, babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me
Won't see another one

And then we sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain's Dew
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 you and me

So happy Christmas
I love you, baby
I see a better time
When all our dreams come true

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 a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir

And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

You're a bum, you're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there, almost dead
On a drip in that bed

You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy fagot
Happy Christmas, your ass
I pray God it's our last

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were 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 seem to make it all
I've built my dreams around you

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day
And the bells were ringing out, oh

It was Christmas Eve, babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me