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The Pogues - Fairytale Of New York S.McGowen J Finer
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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
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
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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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