Christmas Eve in New York City

It was Christmas Eve, babe. In the drunk tank. And a man said to

me, "Won't see another one." And then he sang a song.

The rare old mountain tune. I turned my face away, and dreamed about

you. Got on a lucky one. Came in 18 to 1. I've got a feeling this year this for

me and you. So happy Christmas. I love you, baby. I can see a better

time when all our dreams come true. 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