The Pogues and Kirsty MacColl Fairytale of New York Video, testo e accordi

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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
And 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
I can see a better time
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 the 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

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Living there almost dead on a drip
In that bed

You scum bag
You maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God
It's our last

I could have been someone
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

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Asus4/E D G/D                  D               G
              It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank
           D                       G/A       A            D
An old man said to me, won't see another one  And then he sang a song
             G                            D
The Rare Old Mountain Dew And I turned my face away
    G        Asus4/E D   G/A
And dreamed about    you

G/A            D                      G
     Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one
           D                       G/A        A
I've got a feeling This year's for me and you
         D                    G
So happy Christmas I love you baby
           D               G       Asus4/E    D
I can see a better time When all our dreams come true

G/D D G/D Asus4   /faster now/   D A  D G A D

            D
They've got cars
       A
Big as bars
            Bm        G
They've got rivers of gold
        D
But the wind goes right through you
                      A
It's no place for the old
         D             Bm
When you first took my hand
     D              G
On a cold Christmas Eve
    D
You promised me
             A           D
Broadway was waiting for me
         D
You were handsome

You were pretty
                  A
Queen of New York City
         D             G
When the band finished playing
     A              D
They howled out for more
D
Sinatra was swinging
                         A
All the drunks they were singing
   D             G
We kissed on the corner
     A                  D
Then danced through the night
    G             Bm A
The boys of the NYPD choir
     D               Bm
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
        D          G
And the bells were ringing
A               D A Bm G  D A  D Bm D G  D A D
Out for Christmas day

D
You're a bum
         D
You're a punk
                      A
You're an old slut on junk
       D            G         A
Living there almost dead on a drip
        D
In that bed
    D
You scum bag

You maggot
                A
You cheap lousy faggot
      D              G
Happy Christmas your arse
       A
I pray God
         D    A D
It's our last

A            D
I could have been someone
         G
So could anyone
            D
You took my dreams
                     A
From me when I first found you
            D
I kept them with me babe
           G
I put them with my own
              D
Can't make it all alone
              G      A      D
I've built my dreams around you