Pogues - Fairytale of new york

It was Christmas E^Cve babe in the dru^Fnk tank an old man ^Csaid Son I won't see an^Gother one And then he ^Csang a song The Rare Old Mo^Funtain Dew I turned my ^Ceyes away and I thought a^Gbout y^Cou ^G

I got on a ^Clucky one came in at 1^F to 1 I've got a ^Cfeeling this year's for ^Gme and you So Happy C^Christmas always love you b^Faby there's going to be ^Cgood times when all our ^Gdreams come ^Ctrue ^G

They've got ^Ccars big as bars they've got rivers o^Ff gold but the ^Cwind blows right through you it's no place for the o^Gld When I ^Cfirst took your hand on a cold Christmas ^GEve hope I t^Cold you that B^Froadway was w^Gaiting for m^Ce

You ^Cwere handsome and pretty queen of New York city when the ^Cband finished ^Fplaying the c^Growd howled for m^Core Si^Cnatra was swinging and the crowd they were singing so we ^Ckissed on the ^Fcorner and d^Ganced round the ^Cfloor And the ^Fboys from the New York police choir were ^Csingin' Galway ^AmBay and the ^Cbells were ^Fringin' ^Gout on Christmas ^CDay

I could have ^Cbeen someone and so could^F anyone I took my d^Creams from you when I first ^Gmet you I kept them ^Cwith me babe and I put them wi^Fth my own I can't make it ^Call alone I've built my d^Greams around y^Cou ^G

You're a ^Cbum you're a punk you're an aul hoor on j^Funk lyin' ^Cthere on the drip nearly dead in the ^Gbed You sc^Cumbag you maggot you cheap lousy faggot Happy Chri^Cstmas me ^Farse I would r^Gather be d^Cead And the ^Fboys from the New York police choir were ^Csingin' Galway ^AmBay and the ^Cbells were ^Fringin' ^Gout on Christmas ^FDay ^{C F G}

I love you ^Fbaby I've got a ^Cfeeling this year's to ^Gme and you So Happy Chri^Cstmas always love you b^Faby there's going to be ^Cgood times when all our ^Gdreams come ^Ctrue ^G So Happy Chri^Cstmas I love you baby