They got cars big as (C)bars, they got (Dm)riv ers of (Bb)gold; but the (F)wind goes right through you, it’s no place for the (C)old.

When you (F)first took my (Dm)hand on a (F)cold Christ mas (Bb)Eve, you (F)prom ised me Broad way was (C)wait ing for (F)me.

You were hand some.

You were pret ty, Queen of New York (C)Cit y.

When the (F)band fin ished (Bb)play ing, they (C)howled out for (F)more.

Sin a tra was swing ing; all the drunks, they were (C)sing ing.

We (F)kissed on the (Bb)cor ner, then (C)danced through the (F)night.

The (Bb)boys of the N.

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choir were (F)sing ing “Gal way (Dm)Bay”.

And the (F)bells were (Bb)ring ing (C)out for Christ mas (F)Day.