The Pogues - Fairytale of new york

It ^Cwas Christmas Eve^Am babe, In the dru^Fnktank 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^G about^C you

Got on a ^Clucky one, came in eig^Fhteen to one I've got a ^Cfeeling, this year's for^G me and you So happy ^CChristmas, I love you^F baby I can see a ^Cbetter time, when all our ^Gdreams come^C true

They've got ^Ccars Big as ^Gbars They've got ^Amrivers of ^Fgold But the ^Cwind goes right t^Ghrough you It's no ^Cplace for the o^Gld When you ^Cfirst took my ^Amhand On a ^Ccold Christmas ^FEve You ^Cpromised me ^GBroadway was ^Amwaiting for ^Cme You were ^Chandsome You were p^Gretty ^CQueen of New York C^Gity When the ^Cband finished ^Fplaying They ^Ghowled out for ^Cmore ^CSinatra was ^Gswinging ^CAll the drunks they were ^Gsinging We ^Ckissed on the ^Fcorner Then ^Gdanced through the ^Cnight The ^Fboys of th^Ame N^CYPD choi^Gr ^GWere singing '^CGalway ^AmBay' And the ^Cbells were ^Fringing ^GOut for Christmas ^Cday

^CYou're a bum You're a ^Gpunk You're an ^Amold slut on j^Funk Living ^Cthere almost de^Gad on a d^Crip In that b^Ged You ^Cscum bag You ma^Gggot ^CYou cheap lousy f^Gaggot Happy ^CChristmas your ^Farse I pray ^GGod It's our ^Clast

The ^Fboys of the ^AmNYP^CD cho^Gir Still s^Ginging '^CGalway B^Amay' And the ^Cbells are ^Fringing ^GOut for Christmas ^CDay

I could have ^Cbeen someone - well, so coul^Fd anyone You took my ^Cdreams from me when I first ^Gfound you I kept them ^Cwith me babe, I put them^F with my own Can't make it ^Call alone, I've built my dreams^G around^C you

The ^Fboys of the^Am NY^CPD choi^Gr Still ^Gsinging 'G^Calway B^Amay' And the ^Cbells are ^Fringing ^GOut for Christmas ^CDay