Fairytale Of New York taby ukulele według The Pogues

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Was Christmas Eve Babe
       G
In the Drunk tank
           D                      A
An old man said to me Won’t See Another One
            D                         G
And then he sang a song, The Rare Old Mountain Dew
            D                     A     D
I turned my face away and dreamed about you
         D                      G
Got on a lucky one, came in eighteen to one
        D                       A 
I got a feelin’ this year’s for me and you
         D                     G
So Happy Christmas, I love you baby
            D                        A           D
I can see a better time when all our dreams come true
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DAD
            D           A                 Bm        G
They’ve got cars big as bars, they’ve got rivers of gold
        D                                                     A
But the wind blows straight through you, its no place for the old
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When you first took my hand on that cold Christmas Eve
    D                        A           D
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me
         D                                            A
You were handsome, you were pretty, Queen of New York City
         D             G            A              D 
When the band finished playing they called out for more
D                                          A
Sinatra was swinging, the drunks they were singing
   D             G          A                 D
We kissed in the corner and danced though the night
        G                A             D               Bm
And the boys from the NY PD choir were singing ‘Galway Bay’
        D          G       A                D
And the bells were ringing out on Christmas Day
         D             A
You’re a bum, you’re a punk
              Bm      G
You’re an old slut on junk
      D                                   A
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
    D                                    A
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot
      D              G           A            D
Happy Christmas your arse I pray God it’s our last
        G                A             D               Bm
And the boys from the NY PD choir were singing ‘Galway Bay’
        D          G       A                D
And the bells were ringing out on Christmas Day
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DA
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DAD
             D
I could have been someone
              G
Well so could anyone
            D                           A
You took my dreams from me when I first found you
            D                                G 
I kept them with me, babe I kept them with my own
            D                     A             D
Can’t do it all alone, I built my dreams around you
        G                A             D               Bm
And the boys from the NY PD choir were singing ‘Galway Bay’
        D          G       A                D
And the bells were ringing out on Christmas Day