Amsterdam

Am                           G
In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sings
F                              E
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.
C                            G
In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who dies
Am                       E
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.
Am                           G
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.
C                          G
And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide,
Am                         E
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,
F                              E
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.
C                              G
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.