Chords for Captain's Daughter & The Sailors - Fairytale of New York (The Pogues)
Tempo:
75.35 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
F#m
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m] [G] [D]
[G] [D] [A] It was [D] Christmas Eve, babe, [G] in the drunk tank.
An old man [D] said to me, won't see [A] another one.
And [D] then he sang a song, the [G] rare old mountain dew.
I turned [D] my face away, and [F#m] dreamed [D] about [A] you.
Got on [D] a lucky one, [G] gave anything to one.
I got [D] a feeling, this year's for me [A] and you.
So, happy [D] Christmas, I [G] love you, baby.
I can't [D] see a better time, when [A] all our [D] dreams come true.
[G] [D] [Em] [D]
[G] [D] [G] [A] [D] They've got [A] calls, because balls, [G] they've got triples of gold.
[D] But the wind goes right through, he's [A] not playing [D] studio.
When you first took my hand, on [G] a cold Christmas [D] Eve.
You promised me, [A] Broadway was [D] straight up for me.
Your hands, you're pretty, queen of New York City.
When the band [G] finished playing, [D] they hung up for more.
Sinatra was swinging, all the drums they were singing.
We [G] kissed on the [C#] corner, then [G] passed through the night.
The boys of the [Bm] NYPD [D] choir were singing, gold [Bm] were paid.
[G] And the bells [A] were ringing [F#m] out, for [D] Christmas Day.
[G] [D] [Gm] [A]
[D] [G] [D]
You're a mom, you're a punk.
You're an old slut on junk lane.
[G] They're almost [F#m] at home, on the [D] roof in their bed.
You're scum bag, you're maggot.
You're cheap, lousy, faggot.
[G] Happy Christmas, you're ass.
[F#m] I pray God, [G] it's a loss.
The boys of the NYPD [D] choir are still singing, [Bm] gold we paid.
And the [G] bells are ringing [A] out, [F#m] for [D] Christmas Day.
[G]
[D] [G] [F#m] [A]
[D] I can't help it, someone.
Well, so [G] could anyone.
You took [D] my dreams from me.
When I first found [A] you.
[D] I kept them with me, babe.
I put [G] them with my own.
Can't make [D] it all alone.
[G] I built my dreams [A] [D] around you.
[G] The boys of [Bm] the NYPD [D] choir are still singing, [Bm] gold we paid.
[D] And the bells are ringing out, for Christmas Day.
[G] [D]
[G] [F#m] [A] [D]
[G] [D]
[G] [Bm] [A] [D]
[C]
[F#] [G] [C]
[G] [D] [A] It was [D] Christmas Eve, babe, [G] in the drunk tank.
An old man [D] said to me, won't see [A] another one.
And [D] then he sang a song, the [G] rare old mountain dew.
I turned [D] my face away, and [F#m] dreamed [D] about [A] you.
Got on [D] a lucky one, [G] gave anything to one.
I got [D] a feeling, this year's for me [A] and you.
So, happy [D] Christmas, I [G] love you, baby.
I can't [D] see a better time, when [A] all our [D] dreams come true.
[G] [D] [Em] [D]
[G] [D] [G] [A] [D] They've got [A] calls, because balls, [G] they've got triples of gold.
[D] But the wind goes right through, he's [A] not playing [D] studio.
When you first took my hand, on [G] a cold Christmas [D] Eve.
You promised me, [A] Broadway was [D] straight up for me.
Your hands, you're pretty, queen of New York City.
When the band [G] finished playing, [D] they hung up for more.
Sinatra was swinging, all the drums they were singing.
We [G] kissed on the [C#] corner, then [G] passed through the night.
The boys of the [Bm] NYPD [D] choir were singing, gold [Bm] were paid.
[G] And the bells [A] were ringing [F#m] out, for [D] Christmas Day.
[G] [D] [Gm] [A]
[D] [G] [D]
You're a mom, you're a punk.
You're an old slut on junk lane.
[G] They're almost [F#m] at home, on the [D] roof in their bed.
You're scum bag, you're maggot.
You're cheap, lousy, faggot.
[G] Happy Christmas, you're ass.
[F#m] I pray God, [G] it's a loss.
The boys of the NYPD [D] choir are still singing, [Bm] gold we paid.
And the [G] bells are ringing [A] out, [F#m] for [D] Christmas Day.
[G]
[D] [G] [F#m] [A]
[D] I can't help it, someone.
Well, so [G] could anyone.
You took [D] my dreams from me.
When I first found [A] you.
[D] I kept them with me, babe.
I put [G] them with my own.
Can't make [D] it all alone.
[G] I built my dreams [A] [D] around you.
[G] The boys of [Bm] the NYPD [D] choir are still singing, [Bm] gold we paid.
[D] And the bells are ringing out, for Christmas Day.
[G] [D]
[G] [F#m] [A] [D]
[G] [D]
[G] [Bm] [A] [D]
[C]
[F#] [G] [C]
Key:
D
G
A
F#m
Bm
D
G
A
_ _ _ [F#m] _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] It was [D] Christmas Eve, babe, [G] in the drunk tank.
An old man [D] said to me, won't see [A] another one.
And [D] then he sang a song, the [G] rare old mountain dew.
I turned [D] my face away, and [F#m] dreamed [D] about [A] you.
Got on [D] a lucky one, [G] gave anything to one.
I got [D] a feeling, _ this year's for me [A] and you.
So, happy [D] Christmas, I [G] love you, baby.
I can't [D] see a better time, when [A] all our [D] dreams come true.
_ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ [D] _ [G] _ [A] _ [D] They've got [A] calls, because balls, [G] they've got triples of gold.
[D] But the wind goes right through, he's [A] not playing [D] studio.
When you first took my hand, on [G] a cold Christmas [D] Eve.
You promised me, [A] Broadway was [D] straight up for me.
Your hands, you're pretty, queen of New York City.
When the band [G] finished playing, [D] they hung up for more.
Sinatra was swinging, all the drums they were singing.
We [G] kissed on the [C#] corner, then [G] passed through the night.
The boys of the [Bm] NYPD [D] choir were singing, gold [Bm] were paid.
[G] And the bells [A] were ringing [F#m] out, for [D] Christmas Day.
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [Gm] _ [A] _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
You're a mom, you're a punk.
You're an old slut on junk lane.
[G] They're almost [F#m] at home, on the [D] roof in their bed.
You're scum bag, you're maggot.
You're cheap, lousy, faggot.
[G] Happy Christmas, you're ass.
[F#m] I pray God, [G] it's a loss.
The boys of the NYPD [D] choir are still singing, [Bm] gold we paid.
And the [G] bells are ringing [A] out, [F#m] for [D] Christmas Day.
_ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ [F#m] _ [A] _
[D] I can't help it, someone.
Well, so [G] could anyone.
You took [D] my dreams from me.
When I first found [A] you.
[D] I kept them with me, babe.
I put [G] them with my own.
Can't make [D] it all alone.
[G] I built my dreams [A] [D] around you.
_ _ [G] The boys of [Bm] the NYPD [D] choir are still singing, [Bm] gold we paid.
[D] And the bells are ringing out, for Christmas Day.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [G] _ [F#m] _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [G] _ [Bm] _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [F#] _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] It was [D] Christmas Eve, babe, [G] in the drunk tank.
An old man [D] said to me, won't see [A] another one.
And [D] then he sang a song, the [G] rare old mountain dew.
I turned [D] my face away, and [F#m] dreamed [D] about [A] you.
Got on [D] a lucky one, [G] gave anything to one.
I got [D] a feeling, _ this year's for me [A] and you.
So, happy [D] Christmas, I [G] love you, baby.
I can't [D] see a better time, when [A] all our [D] dreams come true.
_ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ [D] _ [G] _ [A] _ [D] They've got [A] calls, because balls, [G] they've got triples of gold.
[D] But the wind goes right through, he's [A] not playing [D] studio.
When you first took my hand, on [G] a cold Christmas [D] Eve.
You promised me, [A] Broadway was [D] straight up for me.
Your hands, you're pretty, queen of New York City.
When the band [G] finished playing, [D] they hung up for more.
Sinatra was swinging, all the drums they were singing.
We [G] kissed on the [C#] corner, then [G] passed through the night.
The boys of the [Bm] NYPD [D] choir were singing, gold [Bm] were paid.
[G] And the bells [A] were ringing [F#m] out, for [D] Christmas Day.
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [Gm] _ [A] _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
You're a mom, you're a punk.
You're an old slut on junk lane.
[G] They're almost [F#m] at home, on the [D] roof in their bed.
You're scum bag, you're maggot.
You're cheap, lousy, faggot.
[G] Happy Christmas, you're ass.
[F#m] I pray God, [G] it's a loss.
The boys of the NYPD [D] choir are still singing, [Bm] gold we paid.
And the [G] bells are ringing [A] out, [F#m] for [D] Christmas Day.
_ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ [F#m] _ [A] _
[D] I can't help it, someone.
Well, so [G] could anyone.
You took [D] my dreams from me.
When I first found [A] you.
[D] I kept them with me, babe.
I put [G] them with my own.
Can't make [D] it all alone.
[G] I built my dreams [A] [D] around you.
_ _ [G] The boys of [Bm] the NYPD [D] choir are still singing, [Bm] gold we paid.
[D] And the bells are ringing out, for Christmas Day.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [G] _ [F#m] _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [G] _ [Bm] _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [F#] _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _