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Fairytale Of New York

Christy Moore
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 And then a slight change to:
 Then the third part is:
 It's just that repeated. But here how the timing is roughly.
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
I  turned my face away 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
 There's gonna be some goodtime when all our dreams come true
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 a 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
I  could have been someone, well so could anyone
You  took my dreams from me when I first found  you
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
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
Lying  there almost dead on a drip in  that bed
You  scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot
Happy  Christmas my arse, I'd  rather be  dead.
 Last chorus:
The  boys of the NYPD choir  were singing "Galway Bay"
And  the bells were ringing  out for Christmas  day
So  happy Christmas, I love you baby
There's  gonna be some  goodtime when all our dreams  come true
So,  happy christmas, I love you baby

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Readable chord sheet for Fairytale Of New York by Christy Moore

[C]       [F]       [C]       [G]
[C]       [F]       [C]       [G]
[C]       [G]

And then a slight change to:
[C]       [F]       [C]       [G]
[C]       [G]       [C]       [F]
[G]       [C]

Then the third part is:
[C]
[C]       [F]       [G]       [C]
[C]
[C]       [F]       [G]       [C]
[F]       [C]       [A]
[C]       [F]       [G]       [C]

It's just that repeated. But here how the timing is roughly.

[C]It was Christmas Eve bab[F]e in the drunk tank
[C]An old man said to me[G], won't see another one
[C]And then he sang a song Th[F]e Rare Old Mountain Dew
[C]I turned my face away and dreamed[G] about you. [C]             [G]

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
There's gonna be some goodtime when all our dreams come true

[C]They've got cars big as bars, th[F]ey've got rivers of gold
[C]But the wind goes right through [G]you; it's no place for the old
[C]When you first took my hand, on [G]a cold Christmas Eve
[C]You promised me [F]Broadway was wai[G]ting for me.    [C]

[C]You were handsome you were pretty, queen of New York City
[C]When the band finished[F] playing they howled ou[G]t for more                      [C]
[C]Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singing
[C]We kissed on a corner [F]then danced through the[G] night.                      [C]

[F]The boys of the NYPD ch[C]oir were singing "Galway Bay"            [A]
[C]And the bells were [F]ringing out for Chri[G]stmas day               [C]

[C]I could have been someone, well so could a[F]nyone
[C]You took my dreams from me when I first foun[G]d you
[C]I kept them with me babe; I put them wi[F]th my own
[C]Can't make it all alone[G], I've built my dr[C]eams around you                   [G]

[F]The boys of the NYPD ch[C]oir were singing "Galway Bay"            [A]
[C]And the bells were [F]ringing out for Chri[G]stmas day               [C]

[C]You're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old [F]slut on junk
[C]Lying there almost dead on a drip i[G]n that bed
[C]You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot
[C]Happy Christmas my arse, [F]I'd rather be[G] dead.            [C]

Last chorus:
[F]The boys of the NYPD ch[C]oir were singing "Galway Bay"            [A]
[C]And the bells were [F]ringing out for Chri[G]stmas day               [C]
[C]So happy Christmas, I love you [F]baby
[C]There's gonna be som[G]e goodtime when all our dre[C]ams come true                          [G]
[C]So, happy christmas, I love you baby

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