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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.