Chords for The Pogues - Fairytale of New York (feat. Kirsty MacColl) (Lyrics)

_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ .
[D] _ _ [A] It was Christmas [D] Eve, babe, [G] in the drunk tank.
_ [D] An old man said to me, won't see another one.
[A] _ On them we sang [D] a song, the rare [G] old mountain tune.
I [Am] turned my face [D] away, [G] and dreamed [A] [D] about you.
[A].
Got on the [D] lucky one, [A] came in nineteen [G] to one.
I've got [B] a [D] feeling, _ it's years [A] from beginning _ _ _ .
So [D] happy Christmas, _ [A] I love you baby.
[G] _ I can see a better [D] time, _ when [A] all our [D] dreams come true.
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[A] _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ They got [A] cars big as bars, they got [G] rivers of [D] gold.
But the wind goes right through you, it's no place for the [Bm] old.
When you first took my hand on a [D] cold Christmas Eve.
You promised me Broadway was [D] waiting for me.
You were handsome, you were pretty, queen of [A] New York [D] City.
When the band finished playing, they held out for more.
Sinatra was swinging, all the junk men were singing.
We kissed on a corner, then danced [E] through the night.
[G] The boys of the Empire [A] Penny Choir [D] were singing.
[Bm] You're a way back, [D] and the bells were ringing out.
For Christmas Day.
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[A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ .
You're a bum, you're a punk.
You're an old slut [A] and junk, [D] laying there [G] almost dead.
And I'd trip in that [D] bed.
You skunk bag, you maggot, you cheap, lousy faggot.
Happy [G] Christmas, you're ours, I pray God it's our love.
The boys of the Empire Penny [D] Choir are still singing.
[Bm] You're a way back, [D] and the [G] bells were [A] ringing out.
For [D] Christmas Day _ _ _ .
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[A] _ [D] _ [A] _ [D] I could have been someone.
Well [G] so could anyone.
You [D] took my dreams from me.
When I [A] first found you.
I kept them [D] with me, babe.
I put them [G] with my own.
Can't [D] make it all alone.
I've built [G] my dreams [A] around [D] you.
_ [G] The boys of the Empire Penny [D] Choir are still [Bm] singing.
You're a way back, [D] and the bells were ringing out.
For Christmas Day.
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