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The Pogues - Fairytale Of New York S.McGowen J Finer
Asus4/E 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 Asus4/E 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 Asus4/E I can see a better time When all our dreams come true
G/D D G/D Asus4 /faster now/ D A D G A D
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
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
G/D - xx0433 G/A - x05433 Asus4/E - xx2233 or 575785
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