Christy Moore - Fairytale Of New York Guitar Chords

Christy Moore

celtic, irish folk

Song versions: 1 2
Chords: C, G, C/G, F, G7, Am
Christy Moore - Fairytale of New York
Transcribed from his live performance on BBC's Later...with Jools Holland

Listen to the song for when to alternate bass notes of your chords (mostly C to C/G). The walk* from
C to G is marked between each verse and is as follows:

[Chords]
    C*          G
e|--0-----------3--|
B|--1-----------0--|
G|--0--------0--0--|
D|--2--2--3-----0--|
A|--3-----------2--|
E|--3-----------3--|

[Spoken intro]
C  C/G
One night maybe 10 or 20 or 30 years ago - I can never remember which - but,
I heard a man from Tipperary singin' this song.
C  C/G
I asked him to sing it again and again and again until I had the words...
And then I started singin' it meself

[Verse 1]
                 C                 F
It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank
           C                        G            G7
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              F      C G    C*    G
I turned my eyes away, and thought about you

[Verse 2]
           C                     F
I got on a lucky one, came in at 18 to 1
           C                        G          G7
I've got a feeling, this year's for me and you
      C                         F
Happy Christmas, how I love you baby
                    C
There's going to be good times
     F   C   G           C*    G
When all our dreams come true

[Verse 3]
            C
They've got cars big as bars
                      F
They've got rivers of gold
        C
But the wind blows right through you
                      G
It's no place for the old
       C                                        G
When I first took your hand on a cold Christmas Eve
  C             F            G           C
I told you that Broadway was waiting for me

[Verse 4] 
        C                                      G
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 singing, and all the crowd they were swinging
                 F             G                C
We kissed on the corner and we danced round the floor

[Chorus]
        F                                C              Am
And the boys from the N-Y-P-D choir were singin' Galway Bay
        C          F       G                C
And the bells were ringin' out on Christmas Day

[Break]
          F
All-de-da-la-la-lo
              C
All-dall-dall-de-da-lo
    F       G  F G
All-de-dall-dall-do

[Verse 5]
             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
Can't make it all alone
     F        G             C*    G
I've built my dreams around you

[Verse 6]
              C                                         F
Well you're a bum, you're a punk, you're an aul hoor on junk
       C                                    G
Layin' there on the drip nearly dead in the bed
    C
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot
                   F             G         C
Happy Christmas me arse, I would rather be dead...

[Chorus]
        F                                C              Am
And the boys from the N-Y-P-D choir were singin' Galway Bay
        C          F       G                C
And the bells were ringin' out on Christmas Day

[Outro]
             F                C
Oh I love ya baby, I've got a feelin
     F      C   G
This year's for me and you
      C                         F
Happy Christmas, how I love you baby
                    C
There's going to be good times
     F   C   G           C*    G    C
When all our dreams come through

[Spoken outro]
C  C/G
So Happy Christmas, I love ya baby.
I said, Shane MacGowan from Puckane in the county Tipperary one grand Friday morning and I,
C  C/G
I took him by the hand and I,
I gazed into his Tipperary eyes and I,
C  C/G
I kissed him on the lips and I said, "Hey Shane, I love you too baby, okay"



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| *  follow tablature to walk from C to G

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