Fairytale Of New York - The Pogues

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                 C                F
It was Christmas Eve babe, In the drunktank
           C                     G
An old man said to me, won't see another one  
            C                         F
And then he sang a song, The Rare Old Mountain Dew 
            C                     G     C
I turned my face away And dreamed about you 
         C                     F
Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one
           C                       G
I've got a feeling This year's for me and you
         C                    F
So happy Christmas, I love you baby
            C                         G          C
I can see a better time When all our dreams come true 
            C
They've got cars
       G
Big as bars
            Am        F
They've got rivers of gold
        C
But the wind goes right through you
                      G
It's no place for the old
         C             Am
When you first took my hand
     C              F
On a cold Christmas Eve
    C
You promised me
             G           C
Broadway was waiting for me 
         C
You were handsome
 
You were pretty
                  G
Queen of New York City
         C             F
When the band finished playing
     G              C
They howled out for more
C
Sinatra was swinging
                         G
All the drunks they were singing
   C             F
We kissed on the corner
     G                  C
Then danced through the night 
    F                G
The boys of the NYPD choir
     C               Am
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
        C          F
And the bells were ringing
G                 C
Out for Christmas day

C  F
C  G
C  F
C  G  C

C
You're a bum
         G
You're a punk
          Am           F
You're an old slut on junk
       C
Living there almost dead 
                  G
on a drip In that bed
    C
You scum bag
 
You maggot
                G
You cheap lousy faggot
      C              F
Happy Christmas your arse
       G
I pray God
         C
It's our last 
       F             G
The boys of the NYPD choir
       C              Am
Still singing `Galway Bay`
        C         F
And the bells are ringing
G                 C
Out for Christmas Day 
             C                           F
I could have been someone Well, So could anyone
            C                           G
You took my dreams From me when I first found you
            C                       F
I kept them with me babe I put them with my own
              C                              G      C
Can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you 
       F             G
The boys of the NYPD choir
      C               Am
Still Singing `Galway Bay`
        C         F
And the bells are ringing
G                 C
Out for Christmas Day
 
C
You're a bum
         C
You're a punk
                      G
You're an old slut on junk
       C            F
Living there almost dead 
     G            C
on a drip In that bed 
  
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