Fairytale of New York

[Intro]
A D E A D E A


[Verse]
                 A   
  It was Christmas Eve
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babe, in the drunktank
           A           
  An old man said to me,
            E
won't see another one
            A            
  And then he sang a song,
              D
the Rare Old Mountain Dew
            A         
  I turned my face away
              E    A
and dreamed about you


[Verse]
         A          
  Got on a lucky one,
             D
came in eighteen to one
           A             
  I've got a feeling, this
            E
year's for me and you
         A          
  So happy Christmas,
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I love you baby
            A            
  I can see a better time,
              E           A
when all our dreams come true


[Interlude]
A D E A D E A
A  A  A  D  E  A


[Verse]
            A
They've got cars
       E
Big as bars
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They've got rivers of gold
        A  
But the wind goes

right through you
                      E
It's no place for the old
         A             F#m
When you first took my hand
     A              D
On a cold Christmas Eve
    A
You promised me
             E           A
Broadway was waiting for me


[Pre-Chorus]
         A
You were handsome

You were pretty
                  E
Queen of New York City
         A             D
When the band finished playing
     E              A
They howled out for more
A
Sinatra was swinging
                         E
All the drunks they were singing
   A             D
We kissed on the corner
     E                  A
Then danced through the night


[Chorus]
    D             F#m
The boys of the NYPD choir
     A               F#m
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
        A
And the bells
             E                 A
were ringing out for Christmas day


[Interlude]
A A D D
A  E  A  E
A  A  D  D
A  E  E  A


[Pre-Chorus]
A
You're a bum

You're a punk
                      E
You're an old slut on junk
       A            D         E
Living there almost dead on a drip
        A
In that bed

You scum bag

You maggot
                E
You cheap lousy faggot
      A              D
Happy Christmas your arse
       E
I pray God
         A
It's our last



[Chorus]
    D             F#m
The boys of the NYPD choir
     A               F#m
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
        A
And the bells
             E                 A
were ringing out for Christmas day


[Interlude]
A A D D
A  A
A  E  A  E~


[Verse]
             A             
  I could have been someone,
               D
well so could anyone
            A           
  You took my dreams from
                  E
me, when I first found you
            A             
  I kept them with me babe,
            D
I put them with my own
              A               
  Can't make it all alone, I've
                 E      A
built my dreams around you


[Chorus]
    D             F#m
The boys of the NYPD choir
      A               F#m
Still Singing 'Galway Bay'
        A\
And the bells
            (E)               A
are ringing out for Christmas day


[Outro]
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