Fairytale Of New York piano leadsheet with chords

They got cars big as bars,

they 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 the corner, then danced through the night.

The boys of the N.

Y. P.

D. choir were singing "Galway Bay".

And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day.