Pogues - Fairytale of new york - soloist version

It was Christmas ^CEve babe, In the ^Fdrunktank An old man ^Csaid to me, won't see ^Ganother one And then he ^Csang a song, The Rare Old ^FMountain Dew I turned my ^Cface away And dreamed ^Gabout ^Cyou

Got on a ^Clucky one Came in eigh^Fteen to one I've got a ^Cfeeling This year's for ^Gme and you So happy ^CChristmas, I love you^F baby I can see a ^Cbetter time When all our d^Greams come ^Ctrue

They've got ^Ccars Big as ^Gbars They've got ^Amrivers of ^Fgold But the ^Cwind goes right through you It's no place for the ^Gold When you ^Cfirst took my ^Amhand On a ^Ccold Christmas ^FEve You ^Cpromised me Broadway was ^Gwaiting for ^Cme

You were ^Chandsome You were pretty Queen of New York ^GCity When the ^Cband finished ^Fplaying They ^Ghowled out for ^Cmore ^CSinatra was swinging All the drunks they were ^Gsinging We ^Ckissed on the ^Fcorner Then ^Gdanced through the ^Cnight

The ^Fboys of the NYPD ^Gchoir Were ^Csinging 'Galway ^AmBay' And the ^Cbells were ^Fringing ^GOut for Christmas ^Cday

I could have ^Cbeen someone Well, So could ^Fanyone You took my ^Cdreams From me when I first ^Gfound you I kept them ^Cwith me babe I put them ^Fwith my own Can't make it ^Call alone I've built my dreams ^Garound ^Cyou

The boy^Fs of the NYPD ^Gchoir Still ^CSinging `Galway <sup>Am</sup>Bay` And the ^Cbells are ^Fringing ^GOut for Christmas ^CDay