Chords for The Longest Johns | Fairytale of New York (Pogues Cover)
Tempo:
69.65 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drug tank, when an old man said to me, won't see another one.
And then he sang a song, the rare old mountain dew.
I turned my face away, and dreamed about you.
Got on a lucky one, came [G] in 18 to 1.
I've [D] got a feeling, this year's [A] for me and you.
So [D] happy Christmas, I [G] love you, JD.
I can [D] see a better time, [G] when all [A] our [D] dreams come true.
[G] [D] [G]
[A] [D] [G] [D] [G]
[A] [D] They've got cars, big as bars, they've got rivers [G] of [D] gold.
But the wind blows right through you, it's no place [A] for the old.
[D] When you first took my hand, on a cold Christmas Eve, you promised [G] me Broadway [D] was waiting for me.
You were handsome, you were pretty, queen of New York City.
[G] When the band [A] finished playing, [D] they howled out for more.
Sinatra was swinging, all [G] the drums they were [D] singing.
We kissed on the [A] corner, [D] then danced through the [G] night.
The boys of the NYPD [D] choir were singing [Bm] Galway Bay.
[D] And the [G] bells were [A] ringing out, the [D] Christmas Day.
[G] [D] [A] [D]
[G] [D] [G] [A] [D] You're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old [G] slut, I'm junk.
[D] Lying there, [G] almost dead [A] hard, a grip [D] in that bed.
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy carat.
Happy Christmas, you're ours, [A] I pray God it's [D] our last.
[G] The boys of the NYPD [D] choir still singing [Bm] Galway Bay.
[D] And [G] the bells [A] were ringing out, the Christmas [D] Day.
[G]
[D] [A]
[D] I could have been someone, well [G] so could anyone.
[D] You took my dreams from me, when [A] I first found you.
But I [D] kept them with me, babe.
I put [G] them with my own, [D] can't make it all alone.
I [G] built my [A] dreams [D] around you.
[G] The boys of the NYPD [D] choir still singing [Bm] Galway Bay.
[D] And the bells were ringing [A] out, the Christmas [D] Day.
[G] The boys of the NYPD choir [D] still singing Galway Bay.
And the bells were ringing out, for Christmas Day.
[N]
Laughter
[D] [G] [D] [A] [D]
[G] [D] [G] [A] [D]
And then he sang a song, the rare old mountain dew.
I turned my face away, and dreamed about you.
Got on a lucky one, came [G] in 18 to 1.
I've [D] got a feeling, this year's [A] for me and you.
So [D] happy Christmas, I [G] love you, JD.
I can [D] see a better time, [G] when all [A] our [D] dreams come true.
[G] [D] [G]
[A] [D] [G] [D] [G]
[A] [D] They've got cars, big as bars, they've got rivers [G] of [D] gold.
But the wind blows right through you, it's no place [A] for the old.
[D] When you first took my hand, on a cold Christmas Eve, you promised [G] me Broadway [D] was waiting for me.
You were handsome, you were pretty, queen of New York City.
[G] When the band [A] finished playing, [D] they howled out for more.
Sinatra was swinging, all [G] the drums they were [D] singing.
We kissed on the [A] corner, [D] then danced through the [G] night.
The boys of the NYPD [D] choir were singing [Bm] Galway Bay.
[D] And the [G] bells were [A] ringing out, the [D] Christmas Day.
[G] [D] [A] [D]
[G] [D] [G] [A] [D] You're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old [G] slut, I'm junk.
[D] Lying there, [G] almost dead [A] hard, a grip [D] in that bed.
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy carat.
Happy Christmas, you're ours, [A] I pray God it's [D] our last.
[G] The boys of the NYPD [D] choir still singing [Bm] Galway Bay.
[D] And [G] the bells [A] were ringing out, the Christmas [D] Day.
[G]
[D] [A]
[D] I could have been someone, well [G] so could anyone.
[D] You took my dreams from me, when [A] I first found you.
But I [D] kept them with me, babe.
I put [G] them with my own, [D] can't make it all alone.
I [G] built my [A] dreams [D] around you.
[G] The boys of the NYPD [D] choir still singing [Bm] Galway Bay.
[D] And the bells were ringing [A] out, the Christmas [D] Day.
[G] The boys of the NYPD choir [D] still singing Galway Bay.
And the bells were ringing out, for Christmas Day.
[N]
Laughter
[D] [G] [D] [A] [D]
[G] [D] [G] [A] [D]
Key:
D
G
A
Bm
D
G
A
Bm
[D] _ _ It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drug tank, when an old man said to me, won't see another one.
And then he sang a song, the rare old mountain dew.
I turned my face away, and dreamed about you.
_ Got on a lucky one, came [G] in 18 to 1.
I've [D] got a feeling, this year's [A] for me and you.
So [D] happy Christmas, _ I [G] love you, JD.
I can [D] see a better time, [G] when all [A] our [D] dreams come true.
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _
[A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] _ [G] _
[A] _ [D] They've got cars, big as bars, they've got rivers [G] of [D] gold.
But the wind blows right through you, it's no place [A] for the old.
[D] When you first took my hand, on a cold Christmas Eve, you promised [G] me Broadway [D] was waiting for me.
You were handsome, you were pretty, queen of New York City.
[G] When the band [A] finished playing, [D] they howled out for more.
Sinatra was swinging, all [G] the drums they were [D] singing.
We kissed on the [A] corner, [D] then danced through the [G] night.
The boys of the NYPD [D] choir were singing [Bm] Galway Bay.
[D] And the [G] bells were [A] ringing out, the [D] Christmas Day. _
[G] _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _
[G] _ [D] _ [G] _ [A] _ [D] You're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old [G] slut, I'm junk.
[D] Lying there, [G] almost dead [A] hard, a grip [D] in that bed.
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy carat.
Happy Christmas, you're ours, [A] I pray God it's [D] our last.
[G] The boys of the NYPD [D] choir still singing [Bm] Galway Bay.
[D] And [G] the bells [A] were ringing out, the Christmas [D] Day.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[D] I could have been someone, well [G] so could anyone. _
[D] You took my dreams from me, when [A] I first found you.
But I [D] kept them with me, babe.
I put [G] them with my own, [D] can't make it all alone.
I [G] built my [A] dreams [D] around you. _
[G] The boys of the NYPD [D] choir still singing [Bm] Galway Bay.
[D] And the bells were ringing [A] out, the Christmas [D] Day. _ _
[G] The boys of the NYPD choir [D] still singing Galway Bay.
And the bells were ringing out, for Christmas Day.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ Laughter
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _
_ [G] _ [D] _ [G] _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _
And then he sang a song, the rare old mountain dew.
I turned my face away, and dreamed about you.
_ Got on a lucky one, came [G] in 18 to 1.
I've [D] got a feeling, this year's [A] for me and you.
So [D] happy Christmas, _ I [G] love you, JD.
I can [D] see a better time, [G] when all [A] our [D] dreams come true.
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _
[A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] _ [G] _
[A] _ [D] They've got cars, big as bars, they've got rivers [G] of [D] gold.
But the wind blows right through you, it's no place [A] for the old.
[D] When you first took my hand, on a cold Christmas Eve, you promised [G] me Broadway [D] was waiting for me.
You were handsome, you were pretty, queen of New York City.
[G] When the band [A] finished playing, [D] they howled out for more.
Sinatra was swinging, all [G] the drums they were [D] singing.
We kissed on the [A] corner, [D] then danced through the [G] night.
The boys of the NYPD [D] choir were singing [Bm] Galway Bay.
[D] And the [G] bells were [A] ringing out, the [D] Christmas Day. _
[G] _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _
[G] _ [D] _ [G] _ [A] _ [D] You're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old [G] slut, I'm junk.
[D] Lying there, [G] almost dead [A] hard, a grip [D] in that bed.
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy carat.
Happy Christmas, you're ours, [A] I pray God it's [D] our last.
[G] The boys of the NYPD [D] choir still singing [Bm] Galway Bay.
[D] And [G] the bells [A] were ringing out, the Christmas [D] Day.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[D] I could have been someone, well [G] so could anyone. _
[D] You took my dreams from me, when [A] I first found you.
But I [D] kept them with me, babe.
I put [G] them with my own, [D] can't make it all alone.
I [G] built my [A] dreams [D] around you. _
[G] The boys of the NYPD [D] choir still singing [Bm] Galway Bay.
[D] And the bells were ringing [A] out, the Christmas [D] Day. _ _
[G] The boys of the NYPD choir [D] still singing Galway Bay.
And the bells were ringing out, for Christmas Day.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ Laughter
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _
_ [G] _ [D] _ [G] _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _