Håkan Hellström – Fairytale Of New York (Ukulele)

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It was Christmas Eve babe 

	     F
In the drunk tank 

	   C		     Dm	   G
An old man said to me, won't see another one 

	    C
And then he sang a song 

	      F
'The Rare Old Mountain Dew' 

	    C
I turned my face away 

    Dm	    G	  C
And dreamed about you 

	 C
Got on a lucky one 

	    F
Came in eighteen to one 

	   C
I've got a feeling 

		Dm 	  G
This year's for you and me 

	 C
So happy Christmas 

	   F
I love you baby 

	    C
I can see a better time 

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When all our dreams come true 

	    C
They've got cars 

       G
Big as bars 

	    C	      F
They've got rivers of gold 

	C
But the wind goes 

		      G
It's no place for the old 

	 C
When you first took my hand 

     		    F
On a cold Christmas Eve 

    C
You promised me 

	     G		 C
Broadway was waiting for me 

	 C
You were handsome 

		  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 a corner 

     G			C
Then danced through the night 

    F
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 

	 C
You're a bum 

		      G
You're an old slut on junk 

      C		   F	     G
Lying there almost dead on a drip 

	C
In that bed 

    C
You scum bag 

		    G
You're cheap & your haggard 

      C		     F
Happy Christmas your arse 

       G
I pray God 

	 C
It's our last 

    F
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 

	     C
I could have been someone 

	      F
Well so could anyone 

	    C
You took my dreams 

		     G
From me when I first found you 

	    C
I kept them with me babe 

	   F
I put them with my own 

	      C
Can't make it all alone 

	             G       C
I've built my dreams around you 

    F
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