Book of Song

Fairy Tale of New York

by S.McGowen, J Finer, The Pogues

~M~
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me,
won't see a- nother one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
And I turned my face away
And dreamed a- bout you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eigh- teen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christ- mas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

Break


~F~
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,
~M~
you were pretty
~B~
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Si- natra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on the corner
Then danced through the night

(Chorus
The boys of the NY- PD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing out
for Christmas day)



~F~
You're a bum, you're a punk
~M~
You're an old slut on junk
Living there almost dead
on a drip in that bed
~F~
You scum bag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last

~B~
Chorus


~M~
I could have been someone
~F~
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
when I first found you
~M~
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

~B~
Chorus
Vamp to end