Fairytale of New York (Pogues)

		
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It was Christmas Eve babe, In the drunktank       
         D                         A                     D 
An old man said to me, won't see another one  And then he sang  
a song 
              G                       D 
The Rare Old Mountain Dew I turned my face away 
     G        A   D  A 
And dreamed about you 

              D                    G 
Got on a lucky one came in eighteen to one 
            D                           A          
I've got a feeling this year's for me and you 
          D                         G           D 
So happy Christmas, I love you baby I can see a better  
time 
       G       A           D            
When all our dreams come true (much faster now) 
           
D D D A D G A D  
 
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They've got cars big as bars they've got rivers of gold 
        D               D          D               A 
But the wind goes right through you it's no place for the old 
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When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas Eve 
     D          D                A     D                    
promised me Broadway was waiting for me      
 
 D                A          D           A
You were handsome you were pretty Queen of New York City  
      D            G           A                  D  
When the band finished playing  They howled out for more  
 D                      D              A
Sinatra was swinging The drunks they were  singing 
       D            G          A               D 
We kissed on the corner Then danced through the night 

 G                    G                 D         Bm
The boys of the NYPD choir were singing 'Galway Bay' 
         D               G     A            D 
And the bells were ringing  out for Christmas day  
 
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D Bm D G | D D A D     
 
 D             D               D           A
You're a bum You're a punk  You're an old slut on junk 
      D            G           A            D           D     D 
Living there almost dead on a drip In that bed  You scum bag you 
maggot 
  D               A           D               G                 
You cheap lousy faggot  Happy Christmas your arse    
       A         D       
I pray God It's our last 
 
   G            G           D             Bm 
The boys of the NYPD choir were singing 'Galway Bay' 
          D           G      A                  D  
And the bells were ringing  out for Christmas day 
 
A  D  D   G   D   D   A 

 A            D              D                G
I could have been someone Well, So could anyone 
              D             D          A 
You took my dreams  from me when I first found you 
             D                    G 
I kept them with me babe I put them with my own 
              D                            G    A       D 
Can't make it all alone  I've built my dreams around you 
 
 G          G               D        Bm
The boys of the NYPD choir Still Singing `Galway Bay` 
       D           G                A          D
And the bells are ringing Out for Christmas Day 

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