Fairytale Of New York
Håkan HellströmVersion1
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Chords in this song
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D-DU-UDU
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 you and me
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
Mellanspel: x2
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
Mellanspel: x2
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 scum bag
You maggot
You're cheap & your haggard
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God
It's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas Day
Mellanspel: x2
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
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Readable chord sheet for Fairytale Of New York by Håkan Hellström
[F] [C] [Dm7] [G] It was Christmas [C]Eve babe In the drunk [F]tank An old man [C]said to me, won't [Dm]see an[G]other one And then he [C]sang a song 'The Rare Old [F]Mountain Dew' I turned my [C]face away And [Dm]dreamed [G]about [C]you Got on a [C]lucky one Came in eigh[F]teen to one I've got a [C]feeling This year's for [Dm]you and me[G] So happy [C]Christmas I love you [F]baby I can see a [C]better time When [Dm]all our [G]dreams come [C]true [F] [C] [Dm7] [G] Mellanspel: [C] [G] [C] [F] [G] [C] x2 They've got [C]cars Big as [G]bars They've got [C]rivers of [F]gold But the [C]wind goes Right through you It's no place for the [G]old When you [C]first took my hand On a cold Christmas [F]Eve You [C]promised me Broadway was [G]waiting for [C]me You were [C]handsome You were pretty Queen of New York [G]City When the [C]band finished [F]playing They [G]howled out for [C]more Sin[C]atra was swinging, All the drunks they were [G]singing We [C]kissed on a [F]corner Then [G]danced through the [C]night The [F]boys of the NYPD choir Were [C]singing 'Galway [Am]Bay' And the [C]bells were [F]ringing O[G]ut for Christmas [C]Day Mellanspel: [C] [G] [C] [F] [G] [C] x2 You're a [C]bum You're a punk You're an old slut on [G]junk Lying [C]there almost [F]dead on a [G]drip In that [C]bed You [C]scum bag You maggot You're cheap & your [G]haggard Happy [C]Christmas your [F]arse I pray [G]God It's our [C]last The [F]boys of the NYPD choir Were [C]singing 'Galway [Am]Bay' And the [C]bells were [F]ringing O[G]ut for Christmas [C]Day Mellanspel: [C] [F] [C] [Dm7] [G] x2 I could have [C]been someone Well so could [F]anyone You took my [C]dreams From me when I first [G]found you I kept them [C]with me babe I put them [F]with my own Can't make it [C]all alone I've built my dreams [G]around y[C]ou The [F]boys of the NYPD choir Were [C]singing 'Galway [Am]Bay' And the [C]bells were [F]ringing O[G]ut for Christmas [C]Day Resten av låten: [C] [F] [C] [Dm7] [G] na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na [End] [C]