Amsterdam

	  		
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In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sings 
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of the dreams that he brings from the wide open seas. 
       Am                           G 
In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sleeps 
          F         E                 Am 
while the riverbank weeps through the old willow trees. 
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In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who dies 
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full of beer, full of cries in a drunken down fight. 
       F                          Em 
In the port of Amsterdam, there a sailor who's born 
     F         E            Am 
on a muggy hot morn, by the dawn's early light. 

       Am                           G 
In the port of Amsterdam, where the sailors all meet, 
          F                    E 
there's a sailor who eats only fish heads and tails. 
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He will show you his teeth that have rotted too soon 
         F           E              Am 
that can swallow the moon, that can haul up the sail. 
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And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide,  
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bring me more fish, put it down by my side. 
       F                           Em 
And he wants so to belch, but he's too full to try 
      F              E              Am  
so he gets up and he laughs, and he zips up his fly. 

       Am                         G 
In the port of Amsterdam, you can see sailors dance, 
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haunches bursting their pants, grinding women to paunch. 
           Am                         G 
They've forgotten the tune that their whisky voice croaked, 
            F            E              Am 
and they're spitting the night with the roar of their jokes. 
         C                             G 
And they turn and they dance, and they laugh and they lust 
       Am                    E 
to the rancid sound of the accordion's burst. 
          F                             Em 
then it's out into the night with their pride in their pants 
      F              E        Am 
and a slut that they tow underneath the street lamps. 

       Am                           G 
In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who drinks. 
       F                             E 
and he drinks, and he drinks, and he drinks once again. 
   Am                          G 
He drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam 
         F              E         Am 
who have promised their love to a thousand other men. 
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And they bargain their bodies and their virtue, long gone, 
      Am                        E 
for a few dirty coins, and when he can't go on, 
              F                      Em 
he plants his nose in the sky and we wipes it up above 
        F             E          Am 
then he splits like I cry for an unfaithful love, 
       Em                        Am                        Em 
in the port of Amsterdam, in the port of Amsterdam, in the port of Amsterdam.