Christy Moore – Fairytale Of New York (Guitar)

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    It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank

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    An old man said, "Son, I won't see another one"

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    And then he sang a song; "The Rare Old Mountain Dew"

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    I turned my eyes away and thought about you

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    Got on a lucky one came in eighteen to one

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    I've got a feeling this year's for me and you

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    Happy Christmas, how I love you baby

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    There's gonna be good times when all our dreams come true

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    They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold

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    But the wind blows right through you; it's no place for the old

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    When I first took your hand, on a cold Christmas Eve

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    I betold you that Broadway was waiting for me

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    You were handsome and pretty, queen of New York City

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    When the band finished playing the crowd howled for more

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    Sinatra was singing, and all the crowd they were swinging

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    Oh, we kissed in the corner and we danced round the floor

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    And the boys of the NYPD choir were singing "Galway Bay"

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    And the bells were ringing out on Christmas day

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    I could have been someone, and so could anyone

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    I took your dreams from you when I first met you

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    I kept them with me babe and I put them with my own

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    Can't make it all alone, I've built my dreams around you

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    Well you're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old whore on junk

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    Lying there on the drip nearly dead in the bed

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    You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot

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    Happy Christmas me arse, oh I'd rather be dead.

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    And the boys of the NYPD choir were singing "Galway Bay"

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    And the bells were ringing out on Christmas day

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    Oh, I love you baby

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    I've got a feeling this year's for me and you

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    Happy Christmas, how I love you baby

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    There's gonna be good times when all our dreams come true