White City chords by The Pogues
Tempo:
78.65 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Bm
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Key:
D
G
A
Bm
Am
D
G
A
[G] [D] [G] .
[D] [A] It was Christmas [D] Eve, babe, [G] in the drunk tank.
[D] An old man said to me, won't see another one.
[A] On them we sang [D] a song, the rare [G] old mountain tune.
I [Am] turned my face [D] away, [G] and dreamed [A] [D] about you.
[A].
Got on the [D] lucky one, [A] came in nineteen [G] to one.
I've got [B] a [D] feeling, it's years [A] from beginning .
So [D] happy Christmas, [A] I love you baby.
[G] I can see a better [D] time, when [A] all our [D] dreams come true.
[G] .
[A] [D] [G] [D] .
They got [A] cars big as bars, they got [G] rivers of [D] gold.
But the wind goes right through you, it's no place for the [Bm] old.
When you first took my hand on a [D] cold Christmas Eve.
You promised me Broadway was [D] waiting for me.
You were handsome, you were pretty, queen of [A] New York [D] City.
When the band finished playing, they held out for more.
Sinatra was swinging, all the junk men were singing.
We kissed on a corner, then danced [E] through the night.
[G] The boys of the Empire [A] Penny Choir [D] were singing.
[Bm] You're a way back, [D] and the bells were ringing out.
For Christmas Day.
[G] [D] .
[A] [D] .
You're a bum, you're a punk.
You're an old slut [A] and junk, [D] laying there [G] almost dead.
And I'd trip in that [D] bed.
You skunk bag, you maggot, you cheap, lousy faggot.
Happy [G] Christmas, you're ours, I pray God it's our love.
The boys of the Empire Penny [D] Choir are still singing.
[Bm] You're a way back, [D] and the [G] bells were [A] ringing out.
For [D] Christmas Day .
[G] [D] .
[A] [D] [A] [D] I could have been someone.
Well [G] so could anyone.
You [D] took my dreams from me.
When I [A] first found you.
I kept them [D] with me, babe.
I put them [G] with my own.
Can't [D] make it all alone.
I've built [G] my dreams [A] around [D] you.
[G] The boys of the Empire Penny [D] Choir are still [Bm] singing.
You're a way back, [D] and the bells were ringing out.
For Christmas Day.
[A] [G] .
[D] [A] .
[D] [G] .
[D] [G] [A] [D] .
[G] .
[D] [A] [D] [A] .
[D] [G] .
[D] [E] [A] [D] [A] .
[D] [G] .
[D] [A] .
[D] [G] .
[D] [G] That's another [C] bloody [G] way to die .
[C] .
[D] [G] [Dm] .
[Bm] [G] [C] [D] .
[Bm] [C] [Am] .
[D] [A] It was Christmas [D] Eve, babe, [G] in the drunk tank.
[D] An old man said to me, won't see another one.
[A] On them we sang [D] a song, the rare [G] old mountain tune.
I [Am] turned my face [D] away, [G] and dreamed [A] [D] about you.
[A].
Got on the [D] lucky one, [A] came in nineteen [G] to one.
I've got [B] a [D] feeling, it's years [A] from beginning .
So [D] happy Christmas, [A] I love you baby.
[G] I can see a better [D] time, when [A] all our [D] dreams come true.
[G] .
[A] [D] [G] [D] .
They got [A] cars big as bars, they got [G] rivers of [D] gold.
But the wind goes right through you, it's no place for the [Bm] old.
When you first took my hand on a [D] cold Christmas Eve.
You promised me Broadway was [D] waiting for me.
You were handsome, you were pretty, queen of [A] New York [D] City.
When the band finished playing, they held out for more.
Sinatra was swinging, all the junk men were singing.
We kissed on a corner, then danced [E] through the night.
[G] The boys of the Empire [A] Penny Choir [D] were singing.
[Bm] You're a way back, [D] and the bells were ringing out.
For Christmas Day.
[G] [D] .
[A] [D] .
You're a bum, you're a punk.
You're an old slut [A] and junk, [D] laying there [G] almost dead.
And I'd trip in that [D] bed.
You skunk bag, you maggot, you cheap, lousy faggot.
Happy [G] Christmas, you're ours, I pray God it's our love.
The boys of the Empire Penny [D] Choir are still singing.
[Bm] You're a way back, [D] and the [G] bells were [A] ringing out.
For [D] Christmas Day .
[G] [D] .
[A] [D] [A] [D] I could have been someone.
Well [G] so could anyone.
You [D] took my dreams from me.
When I [A] first found you.
I kept them [D] with me, babe.
I put them [G] with my own.
Can't [D] make it all alone.
I've built [G] my dreams [A] around [D] you.
[G] The boys of the Empire Penny [D] Choir are still [Bm] singing.
You're a way back, [D] and the bells were ringing out.
For Christmas Day.
[A] [G] .
[D] [A] .
[D] [G] .
[D] [G] [A] [D] .
[G] .
[D] [A] [D] [A] .
[D] [G] .
[D] [E] [A] [D] [A] .
[D] [G] .
[D] [A] .
[D] [G] .
[D] [G] That's another [C] bloody [G] way to die .
[C] .
[D] [G] [Dm] .
[Bm] [G] [C] [D] .
[Bm] [C] [Am] .