The Pogues - Fairytale of New York

      
 
 There isn't actually a 100% correct one for this so here it is.
 Original: Capo 2, Standard Tuning
 
                  C                F        
 It was Christmas Eve babe, In the drunktank
            C                     G          
 An old man said to me, won't see another one
             C                         F           
 And then he sang a song, The Rare Old Mountain Dew
             C                     G     C  
 I turned my face away And dreamed about you
 
          C                     F          
 Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one
            C                       G         
 I've got a feeling This year's for me and you
          C                    F    
 So happy Christmas, I love you baby
             C                         G          C   
 I can see a better time When all our dreams come true
 
 Instrumental
 
             C   
 They've got cars
        G   
 Big as bars
             C          F  
 They've got rivers of gold
         C                          
 But the wind goes right through you
                       G  
 It's no place for the old
          C             G   
 When you first took my hand
      C              F  
 On a cold Christmas Eve
     C          
 You promised me
              G           C 
 Broadway was waiting for me
          C       
 You were handsome
 
 You were pretty
                   G   
 Queen of New York City
          C             F      
 When the band finished playing
      G              C   
 They howled out for more
 C                   
 Sinatra was swinging
                          G      
 All the drunks they were singing
    C             F     
 We kissed on the corner
      G                  C    
 Then danced through the night
     F                G    
 The boys of the NYPD choir
      C               Am  
 Were singing 'Galway Bay'
         C          F      
 And the bells were ringing
 G                 C  
 Out for Christmas day
 
 Instrumental
 
 C           
 You're a bum
          G   
 You're a punk
           C           F   
 You're an old slut on junk
        C                
 Living there almost dead
                   G  
 on a drip In that bed
     C       
 You scum bag
 
 You maggot
                 G     
 You cheap lousy faggot
       C              F   
 Happy Christmas your arse
        G  
 I pray God
          C   
 It's our last
 
        F             G    
 The boys of the NYPD choir
        C              Am  
 Still singing `Galway Bay`
         C         F      
 And the bells are ringing
 G                 C  
 Out for Christmas Day
 
              C                           F     
 I could have been someone Well, So could anyone
             C                           G        
 You took my dreams From me when I first found you
             C                       F          
 I kept them with me babe I put them with my own
               C                              G      C  
 Can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you
 
        F             G    
 The boys of the NYPD choir
       C               Am  
 Still Singing `Galway Bay`
         C         F      
 And the bells are ringing
 G                 C  
 Out for Christmas Day