***Fairytale Of New York - by Shane MacGowan/Jem Finer
from the album "If I Should Fall From Grace With God"
Fairytale of New York - as perfomed by The Pogues
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It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew And I turned my face 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
/faster now/
They've got cars
Big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on the corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
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
- xx0433
- x05433
/ - xx2233 or 575785
***Version 2*** by Chris Ashley
Incidental: =xo543x; =x07650
Intro (strings):
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G__2___0_____2___0___________4______4_6_
D______________0___4__2___0__0__0_____7_
A____________________________0________0_
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It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me,
won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
And I turned my face 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
Strings:
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B_____0___2_____________________________
G__2____0______2____0___________________
D_________________0___4___2__0_0________
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Pennywhistle, up tempo:
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D___________4__0_______2__4_2___2_4_2_0____________0_
A________________________________________2_2_0_2_4___
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They've got cars
Big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
Pre_chorus:
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on the corner
Then danced through the night
Chorus:
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day
Pennywhistle:
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E_____0_2_0___0_2_0_____5_7_5_2_____0_2_3_5_0_
B__3________3_______3_0_________3_3___________
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E__5_7_5_2_____0_2_0_________2_5_2___0_2_0___
B__________3_3_______3_____3_______3_______3_
G______________________0_2___________________
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Pre_chorus:
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
Chorus:
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day
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E_2___________________2_________________
B_3_3_3_2_2_0_0_0_2_3_3_________________
G_2___________________2_______0_________
D_0___________________0_4_4_0___4_2_0___
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Bridge:
I could have been someone
Well 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
Chorus:
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day
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E_2_________________________2____________________
B_3______3_3_2_2_0_0__0_2_3_3____________________
G_2_________________________2________0_0_4_4_2_2_:
D_0_________________________0_0_0________4_4_2_2_
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