Fairytale Of New York – The Pogues & Kirsty MacColl

[Work in progress]

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

Got on a lucky one, came in eighteen to one                        D   \   \   \   G   \   \   \
I've got a feeling this year's for me and you                      D   \   \   G   A   \   \   \
So Happy Christmas, I love you baby                                D   \   \   \   G   \   \   \
I can see a better time when all our dreams come true              D   \   \   G   A   D   \
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They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold           D   A   hm  G
But the wind goes right through you, it's no place for the old     D   \   \   A
When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas Eve                D   hm  D   G
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me                        D   \   A   D

You were handsome, you were pretty, queen of New York city         D   \   \   A
When the band finished playing, they howled out for more           D   G   A   D
Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singing             D   \   \   A
We kissed on the corner, then danced through the night             D   G   A   D

  The boys from the NYPD choir were singing “Galway Bay”           G   \   hm  A   D   \   hm  \
  And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day                 D   G   A   \

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You're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old slut on junk            D   \   \   A
Living there almost dead on a drip in that bed                     D   G   A   D
You scum bag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot                   D   \   \   A
Happy Christmas your arse, I pray God it's our last                D   G   A   D

  The boys from the NYPD choir still singing “Galway Bay”          G   \   hm  A   D   \   hm  \
  And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day                  D   G   A   \

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I could have been someone, well so could anyone                    D   \   \   \   G   \   \   \
You took my dreams from me when I first found you                  D   \   \   G   A   \   \   \
I kept them with me, babe, and put them with my own                D   \   \   \   G   \   \   \
Can't make it all alone, I've built my dreams around you           D   \   \   G   A
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  The boys from the NYPD choir still singing “Galway Bay”          G   \   hm  A   D   \   hm  \
  And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day                  D   G   A   \

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