Fairytale Of Newyork

[G]  [A]  [D]

It was Christmas E[D]ve babe
In the dr[G]unk tank
An old man s[D]aid to me, won’t see [A]another one
And then he sa[D]ng a song
The rare old m[G]ountain dew
I turned my fa[D]ce away
And [G]dreamed[A] about [D]you    [A]

Got on a l[D]ucky one
Came in e[G]ighteen to one
I’ve got a[D] feeling
This year for m[A]e and you
So happy C[D]hristmas
I love you b[G]aby
I can see a [D]better time
When a[G]ll our d[A]reams come[D] true

[D]   [A]   [D]   [G]
[D]   [A]   [G]   [A]

They’ve got[D] cars big [A]as bars
They’ve got[B] rivers [G]of gold

But the w[D]ind goes right through you
It’s no place for the [A]old
When you [D]first took my [Bm]hand
On a [D]cold Christmas [G]eve
[D]You promised me
Broadway was[A] waiting for [D]me

You were h[D]andsome

You were pretty
Queen of New York C[A]ity
When the b[D]and finished [G]playing
They h[A]owled out for[D] more
[D]Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were s[A]inging
We ki[D]ssed on a c[G]orner
Then dan[A]ced through the [D]night

Th[G]e boys of the NYPD [A]choir
Were[D] singing Galway[Bm] bay
And the b[D]ells wer[G]e ringing[A] out
For Christmas [D]day

[D]   [A]   [G]   [A]
[D]   [A]   [G]   [A]

You[D]’re a bum

You’re a punk
You’re an old slut on [A]junk
Lying t[D]here almost [G]dead on a[A] drip in th[D]at bed
You sc[D]umbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy f[A]aggot
Happy Chr[D]istmas your [G]arse
I pray G[A]od its our l[D]ast

Th[G]e boys of the NYPD choir
Were[D] singing Galway[B] bay
And the b[D]ells wer[G]e ringing[A] out
For Christmas [D]day        [A]

I could have [D]been someone
Well so could [G]anyone
You took my dr[D]eams from me
When I first f[A]ound you
I kept them with me b[D]abe
I put them [G]with my own
Can’t make it[D] all alone
I’ve b[G]uilt my [A]dreams around[D] you

Th[G]e boys of th[Bm]e NYPD [A]choir
Were[D] singing Galway[Bm] bay
And the b[D]ells wer[G]e ringing[A] out
For Christmas [D]day