Fairytale of New York (Maggie) [C]
[Quite Slow]
[NC] It was Christmas [C] Eve babe, in the [F] drunk tank
An old man [C] said to me, won't see a-[G]-nother one
And then he [C] sang a song, the Rare Old [F] Mountain Dew
I turned my [C] face away and [F] dreamed a-[G7] bout [C] you [2,3]
[C] Got on a [C] lucky one, came in eight-[F]teen to one
I've got a [C] feeling this year's for [G] me and you
So happy [C] Christmas, I love you [F] baby
I can see a [C] better time when [F] all our [G7] dreams come [C] true [2,3,4]
[Faster]
They've got [C] cars big as [G] bars, they've got [Am] 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 [Am] cold Christmas [F] Eve
You [C] promised me Broadway was [G] waiting for [C] me
You were [C] handsome, you're pretty, Queen of New York [G] City
When the [C] band finished [F] playing they [G7] howled out for [C] more
Si-[C]-natra was swinging, all the drunks they were [G] singing
We [C] kissed on the [F] corner then [G7] danced through the [C] night
And the [F] boys of the NYPD choir still [C] singing Galway [Am] Bay
[Bells] And the [C] bells were [F] ringing [G7] out for Christmas [C] day [2,3,4]
[Da-da-da, da-da-da……]
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[Sing in a rough voice]
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 [G7] drip in that [C] bed
You scumbag, you’re haggard, you cheap lousy [G] blaggard
Happy [C] Christmas your [F] arse, I pray [G7] God it's our [C] last
And the [F] boys of the NYPD choir still [C] singing Galway [Am] Bay
[Bells] And the [C] bells were [F] ringing [G7] out for Christmas [C] day [2,3]
[C] 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 [F] built my [G7] dreams round [C] you [2,3,4]
And the [F] boys of the NYPD choir still [C] singing Galway [Am] Bay
[Bells] And the [C] bells were [F] ringing [G7] out for Christmas [C] day. [2,3,4]
[Da-da-da, da-da-da……]
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[Bells]
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[Slowing Up]
Happy [C] Christmas to [F] all and a [G7] Happy New [C] Year!
Fairytale of New York (Maggie) [C]
Quite Slow NC It was Christmas C Eve babe, in the F drunk tank An old man C said to me, won't see a-G-nother one And then he C sang a song, the Rare Old F Mountain Dew I turned my C face away and F dreamed a-G7 bout C you 2,3 C Got on a C lucky one, came in eight-Fteen to one I've got a C feeling this year's for G me and you So happy C Christmas, I love you F baby I can see a C better time when F all our G7 dreams come C true 2,3,4
Faster They've got C cars big as G bars, they've got Am 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 Am cold Christmas F Eve You C promised me Broadway was G waiting for C me You were C handsome, you're pretty, Queen of New York G City When the C band finished F playing they G7 howled out for C more Si-C-natra was swinging, all the drunks they were G singing We C kissed on the F corner then G7 danced through the C night
And the F boys of the NYPD choir still C singing Galway Am Bay Bells And the C bells were F ringing G7 out for Christmas C day 2,3,4
Da-da-da, da-da-da…… CGAmF CCCG CCAmF CCG7C
Sing in a rough voice 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 G7 drip in that C bed You scumbag, you’re haggard, you cheap lousy G blaggard Happy C Christmas your F arse, I pray G7 God it's our C last
And the F boys of the NYPD choir still C singing Galway Am Bay Bells And the C bells were F ringing G7 out for Christmas C day 2,3
C 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 F built my G7 dreams round C you 2,3,4
And the F boys of the NYPD choir still C singing Galway Am Bay Bells And the C bells were F ringing G7 out for Christmas C day. 2,3,4
Da-da-da, da-da-da…… CGAmF CCCG CCAmF CCG7C
Bells CCCG CFG7C CCCG
Slowing Up Happy C Christmas to F all and a G7 Happy New C Year!