Fairy tale in new york

It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me, Won't see another one And then he sang a song 'The Rare Old Mountain 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 me and you So happy Christmas I love you baby I can 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