Fairytale Of New York Chords by The Pogues

[Start]

[Verse]
G A D Asus4
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A7     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
                 D   
I turned my face away
    G       A     A7 
And dreamed about you


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


[Intro]
G A G A D G A
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[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             D      
When the band finished playing
A                       
They howled out for more
D                                                    
Sinatra was swinging all the drunks they were singing
G              D           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   Bm7
For Christmas day ■  


[Verse]
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
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             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
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D A D G D A D A
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[End]