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Fairytale Of New York - The Pogues / Christy Moore

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Fairytale Of New York - The Pogues / Christy Moore
 
G/D D G/D Asus4/E D G/D                  
		 D                 G
It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank
	    D                      G/A       
An old man said to me, won't see another one  
A            D                        G            
And then he sang a song: The Rare Old Mountain Dew 
		D               G    Asus4/E D   G/A
And I turned my eyes 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
 
		  D           A                Bm        G
     They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold
	      D                                                 A
     But the wind goes right through you. It's no place for the old
	       D             Bm        D             G
     When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas Eve
	   D                       A           D
     You promised me Broadway was waiting for me
	 
	    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                                            A
  Sinatra was swinging. All the drunks they were singing
      D             G            A                  D
  We kissed on the corner. Then danced through the night
	       G                    Bm      A         D               Bm
	  The boys of the New York Police choir were singing 'Galway Bay'
		   D          G      A                  D A Bm G  D A  D Bm D G
	  And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day
 
  You're a bum. You're a punk. You're an old slut on junk
  Living there almost dead on a drip in that bed
  You scum bag, you maggot. You cheap lousy faggot
  Happy Christmas your arse. I pray God it's our last
 
I could have been someone. So could anyone
You took my dreams from me when I first found you
I kept them with me babe. I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone. I've built my dreams around you.

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