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It was Christmas Eve babe in the drunk
An old man said to me, see another one
And he sang a song the Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face and dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling this for me and you
So happy Christmas, I love you
I can see a better time when all our dreams come

They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of
But the wind blows right through you it's no for the old
When you first took my hand on that cold Eve
You promised me Broadway was for me

You were handsome, you were pretty queen of New City
When the band finished playing they howled out for
Sinatra was swinging, all the they were singing
We kissed on a then danced through the night

The boys of the choir
singing, "Gal way Bay"
And the are ringing out for Christmas day

You're a bum, You're a punk, you're an old slut on
Lying there dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap fagot
Christmas your ares, I pray God it's our last

The boys of the choir
singing, "Gal way Bay"
And the bells are ringing out for day

I could have been someone but so could
You took my from me when I first found you
I them with me babe, I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone, I my dreams around you

The boys of the choir
singing, "Gal way Bay"
And the bells are ringing out for day
And the are ringing out for Christmas day