The Pogues -  Fairytale Of New York    S.McGowen J Finer

  

   
              

              
It was Christm

             
as Eve babe In

     
 the drunk tan

k
             
An old man sai

              
d to me, won't

           
 see another o

             
ne  And then h

  
e sang a song
             
The Rare Old M

              
ountain Dew An

              
d I turned my 


face away
            
And dreamed ab

    
out    you

           
        Got on

             
 a lucky one C

            
ame in eightee

n to one
             
I've got a fee

              
ling This year

           
's for me and 

    
you
             
So happy Chris

              
tmas I love yo

  
u baby
             
I can see a be

              
tter time When

         
 all our dream

    
s come true

              /faster now/           


            
They've got ca

rs
       
Big as bars
            
They've got ri

        
vers of gold
        
But the wind g

oes right thro

ugh you
              
It's no place 

        
for the old
             
When you first

         
 took my hand
             
On a cold Chri

      
stmas Eve
    
You promised m

e
             
Broadway was w

           
aiting for me
         
You were hands

ome

You were pretty
              
Queen of New Y

    
ork City
             
When the band 

         
finished playi

ng
             
They howled ou

      
t for more

Sinatra was sw

inging
              
All the drunks

           
 they were sin

ging
             
We kissed on t

   
he corner
             
Then danced th

          
rough the nigh

t
             
The boys of th

     
e NYPD choir
             
Were singing '

       
Galway Bay'
             
And the bells 

     
were ringing
             
Out for Christ

                    
mas day


You're a bum
         
You're a punk
              
You're an old 

        
slut on junk
             
Living there a

             
lmost dead on 

  
a drip
        
In that bed
    
You scum bag

You maggot
              
You cheap lous

  
y faggot
             
Happy Christma

       
s your arse
       
I pray God
             
It's our last

 

            
I could have b

een someone
         
So could anyon

e
            
You took my dr

eams
              
From me when I

       
 first found y

ou
            
I kept them wi

th me babe
           
I put them wit

h my own
              
Can't make it 


all alone
              
I've built my 

            
dreams around 


you

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