Fairytale of New York Chords by The Pogues

[Start]

[Verse]
G A Asus4 A7     G         D       
■ ■ ■     It was Christmas Eve babe
G                
In the drunk tank
                      D           Asus4   A7 
An old man said to me ■ Won't see another one
            D          
And then he sang a song
             G           
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
  A              D   
I turned my face away
G                 D   A7
And dreamed about you ■ 


[Chorus]
       D          
Got on a lucky one
        G           Gmaj7 G
Came in eighteen to one   ■
           A       D
I've got a feeling ■
     Asus4             A7 
This year's for me and you
         D        
So happy Christmas
  G            
I love you baby
            A      D   
I can see a better time
             A      D        
When all our dreams come true


[Intro]
G A G D A D G A
■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■


[Verse]
            D           A                Bm            
They've got cars big as bars they've got rivers of gold
        D                                                    
But the wind goes right through you it's no place for the old
         A             Bm7       D                 
When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas Eve
                             A             
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me
         D       
You were handsome
         D                            
You were pretty Queen of New York City
         G                    
When the band finished playing
A                       
They howled out for more
D                                                    
Sinatra was swinging all the drunks they were singing
G                          A                       
We kissed on a corner then danced through the night


[Chorus]
G                         
The boys of the NYPD choir
D                   Bm 
Were singing Galway Bay
        D          G       A  
And the bells were ringing out
              D  
For Christmas day


[Verse]
Bm7 D A          D                
■   ■ ■ You're a bum you're a punk
          D               
You're an old slut on junk
G                            A               
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
    D                 
You scumbag you maggot
    D                 
You cheap lousy faggot
G                        
Happy Christmas your arse
       A                
I pray God it's our last


[Chorus]
    G                     
The boys of the NYPD choir
D                    Bm 
Still singing Galway Bay
        D          G       A  
And the bells were ringing out
              D  
For Christmas day
G D A D A
■ ■ ■ ■ ■
             D           
I could have been someone
        G           
Well so could anyone
            D             
You took my dreams from me
             A        
When I first found you
            D           
I kept them with me babe
           G          
I put them with my own
           D           
Can't make it all alone
                     A      D  
I've built my dreams around you
G                      A    
■ The boys of the NYPD choir
D                       
Still singing Galway Bay
Bm7     D                 D  
And the bells are ringing out
A             D  
For Christmas day


[Outro]
G D A D G D G A
■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■
D A D G D A D A
■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■


[End]