The Pogues - Fairytale of new york

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 ^Crivers of g^Fold But the ^Cwind goes right through you It's no place for the ^Gold When you ^Cfirst took my ^Ghand On a ^Ccold Christmas ^FEve You ^Cpromised me Broadway was ^Gwaiting for ^Cme You were ^Chandsome

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

^CYou're a bum You're a ^Gpunk You're an ^Cold slut on ^Fjunk Living ^Cthere almost dead on a drip In that ^Gbed You ^Cscum bag

You cheap lousy ^Gfaggot Happy ^CChristmas your ^Farse I pray ^GGod It's our ^Clast

The boy^Fs of the NYPD ^Gchoir Still s^Cinging 'Galway ^AmBay' And the ^Cbells are ^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 ^AmBay' And the ^Cbells are ^Fringing ^GOut for Christmas ^CDay