Fairytale Of New York

Tabs, letra y acordes de 'Fairytale Of New York' por Christy Moore

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(intro) F C G C G Am G

                                   C                         F
    It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank,
                         C                                   G
    an old man said, "Son, I won't see another one."
                          C                                            F
    And then he sang a song, 'The Rare Old Mountain Dew’,
                         C                                         G     C        G
    I turned my eyes away, and I thought about you.

                     C                                 F
    I got on a lucky one, came in at 18 to 1,
                     C                               G
    I've got a feeling this year's for me and you.
                          C                                      F
    So Happy Christmas, always love you baby,
                                     C                                     G                   C         G
    there's going to be good times when all our dreams come true.

                         C                                                        F
    They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold,
                  C                                                                            G
    but the wind blows right through you, it's no place for the old.
                   C                                                             G
    When I first took your hand on a cold Christmas Eve,
                 C                     F                     G             C
    hope, I told you that Broadway was waiting for me.

             C
    You were handsome and pretty, queen of New York city,
                      C                    F                  G                         C
    when the band finished playing, the crowd howled for more.
        C
    Sinatra was swinging, and the crowd they were singing,
               C                    F                G                           C
    so we kissed on the corner and danced round the floor.
                   F                                                                 C                     Am
    And the boys from the New York police choir were singin' Galway Bay,
                  C              F          G                         C
    and the bells were ringin' out on Christmas Day.

( F C G C F C G C G Am G )

                             C                                         F
    I could have been someone and so could anyone,
                        C                                          G
    I took my dreams from you when I first met you.
                         C                                             F
    I kept them with me, babe, and I put them with my own,
                            C                                    G                    C       G
    I can't make it all alone, I've built my dreams around you.

                    C                                                               F
    You're a bum, you're a punk you're an aul hoor on junk,
              C                                                     G
    lyin' there on the drip nearly dead in the bed.
               C
    You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot,
                     C                F                   G               C
    Happy Christmas me arse, I would rather be dead.
                   F                                                                 C                     Am
    And the boys from the New York police choir were singin' Galway Bay,
                  C              F          G                         F       C  F  G
    and the bells were ringin' out on Christmas Day.

                      F
    I love you baby,
                      C                             G
    I've got a feeling this year's to me and you.
                          C                                      F
    So Happy Christmas, always love you baby,
                                     C                                     G                   C        G
    there's going to be good times when all our dreams come true.
                          C
    So, Happy Christmas, I love you, baby.
Versión 2 - Fairytale Of New York (Letra y acordes)
G/D D G/D 
  
Asus4/E D G/D                  D               G 
              It was Christmas Eve babe in the drunk tank 
           D                       G/A       A            D 
An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song 
             G                            D 
The Rare Old Mountain Dew and I turned my face away 
    G        Asus4/E D   G/A 
And dreamed about    you 
  
  G/A            D                      G 
        Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one 
           D                       G/A        A 
I've got a feeling this year's for me and you 
         D                    G 
So happy Christmas I love you baby 
            D                G        Asus4/E    D 
I can see a better time when all our dreams come true 
  
G/D D G/D Asus4           /faster now/     D A D G A D 
  
  
            D 
They've got cars 
       A 
Big as bars 
            Bm        G 
They've got rivers of gold 
        D 
But the wind goes right through you 
                      A 
It's no place for the old 
         D             Bm 
When you first took my hand 
     D              G 
On a cold Christmas Eve 
    D 
You promised me 
             A           D 
Broadway was waiting for me 
         D 
You were handsome 
  
You were pretty 
                  A 
Queen of New York City 
         D             G 
When the band finished playing 
     A              D 
They howled out for more 
D 
Sinatra was swinging 
                         A 
All the drunks they were singing 
   D             G 
We kissed on the corner 
     A                  D 
Then danced through the night 
    G             Bm A 
The boys of the NYPD choir 
     D               Bm 
Were singing 'Galway Bay' 
        D          G 
And the bells were ringing 
A                 D A Bm G D A D Bm D G   D A D 
Out for Christmas day 
  
D 
You're a bum 
         D 
You're a punk 
                      A 
You're an old slut on junk 
       D            G         A 
Living there almost dead on a drip 
        D 
In that bed 
    D 
You scum bag 
  
You maggot 
                A 
You cheap lousy faggot 
      D              G 
Happy Christmas your arse 
       A 
I pray God 
         D     
It's our last 
   G             Bm A 
The boys of the NYPD choir 
           D               Bm 
Were still singing 'Galway Bay' 
        D          G 
And the bells were ringing 
A                 D A Bm G D A D Bm D G   D A D 
Out for Christmas day 
  

A            D 
I could have been someone 
              G 
Well So could anyone 
            D 
You took my dreams 
                     A 
From me when I first found you 
            D 
I kept them with me babe 
           G 
I put them with my own 
              D 
Can't make it all alone 
              G      A      D 
I've built my dreams around you 

   G             Bm A 
The boys of the NYPD choir 
           D               Bm 
Were still singing 'Galway Bay' 
        D ----- Palm Mute 
And the bells were ringing 
A                 D ...............Instrumental til end.
Out for Christmas day 

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