Fairy Tale of New York --- ©1988 S. McGowan/J. Finer
(male voice)
It was [C]Christmas
[G]Eve, babe, in the [C]drunk
tank
An old man [G]said
to me, “Won’t see an-[C]other one.”
And [D]then he [G]sang
a song – “The Rare Old [C]Mountain Dew”
I turned my [G]face
away and [C]dreamed a-[D]bout
[G]you.
Got [C]on a [G]lucky
one. Came in eight-[C]teen to one.
I’ve got a [G]feeling
this year’s for [C]me and [D]you.
So Happy [G]Christmas,
I love you [C]baby.
I can see a [G]better
time when [C]all our [D]dreams
come [G]true.
[tempo shift]
(both voices)
They’ve got [G]cars
big as [D]bars, they’ve got [Em]rivers
of [C]gold
But the [G]wind goes
right through you, it’s no place for the [D]old.
(female)When
you [G]first took my [Em]hand
on a [G]cold Christmas [C]Eve
You [G]promised
me Broadway was [D]waiting for [G]me.
[G]You
were handsome
(male) [G]You were pretty – the queen of New York [D]City.
(both)
When the [G]band finished [C]playing
they [D]howled out for [G]more.
Sin-[G]atra
was swingin’ – all the drunks they were [D]singin’.
We [G]kissed
on the [C]corner, then [D]danced
through the [G]night.
And the [C]boys of
the NY[Em]PD Choir were [G]singing
“Galway [Em]Bay”
And the [G]bells
were ringing [D]out for Christmas [G]Day.
(male) You’re a bum
(female) You’re a punk
(male)
You’re an old slut on [D]junk
Living [G]there
almost [C]dead on a [D]drip
in that [G]bed.
(female) You scum-bag
(male) You maggot
(female) You cheap lousy [D]faggot
(both)
Happy [G]Christmas your [C]arse,
I pray [D]God it’s our [G]last.
And the [C]boys of
the NY[Em]PD Choir were [G]singing
“Galway [Em]Bay”
And the [G]bells
were ringing [D]out for Christmas [G]Day.
(male) [D]I could have [G]been someone.
(female)Well
so could [C]anyone.
You took my [G]dreams
from me when [D]first I found you.
(male) I kept them [G]with me babe. I put them [C]with my own.
(both)
Can’t make it [G]all alone. I’ve [C]built
my [D]dreams around [G]you.
And the [C]boys of
the NY[Em]PD Choir were [G]singing
“Galway [Em]Bay”
And the [G]bells
were ringing [D]out for Christmas [G]Day.