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In the [Am]port of Amsterdam, there's a [G]sailor who sings
of the [F]dreams that he brings from the [E]wide open seas.
In the [Am]port of Amsterdam, there's a [G]sailor who sleeps
while the [F]riverbank [E]weeps through the [Am]old willow trees.
In the [C]port of Amsterdam, there's a [G]sailor who dies
full of [Am]beer, full of cries in a [E]drunken down fight.
In the [F]port of Amsterdam, there a [Em]sailor who's born
on a [F]muggy hot [E]morn, by the [Am]dawn's early light.
In the [Am]port of Amsterdam, where the [G]sailors all meet,
there's a [F]sailor who eats only [E]fish heads and tails.
He will [Am]show you his teeth that have [G]rotted too soon
that can [F]swallow the [E]moon, that can [Am]haul up the sail.
And he [C]yells to the cook with his [G]arms open wide,
[Am]bring me more fish, put it [E]down by my side.
And he [F]wants so to belch, but he's [Em]too full to try
so he [F]gets up and he [E]laughs, and he [Am]zips up his fly.
In the [Am]port of Amsterdam, you can [G]see sailors dance,
haunches [F]bursting their pants, grinding [E]women to paunch.
They've for[Am]gotten the tune that their [G]whisky voice croaked,
and they're [F]spitting the [E]night with the [Am]roar of their jokes.
And they [C]turn and they dance, and they [G]laugh and they lust
to the [Am]rancid sound of the ac[E]cordion's burst.
then it's [F]out into the night with their [Em]pride in their pants
and a [F]slut that they [E]tow under[Am]neath the street lamps.
In the [Am]port of Amsterdam, there's a [G]sailor who drinks.
and he [F]drinks, and he drinks, and he [E]drinks once again.
He [Am]drinks to the health of the [G]whores of Amsterdam
who have [F]promised their [E]love to a [Am]thousand other men.
And they [C]bargain their bodies and their [G]virtue, long gone,
for a [Am]few dirty coins, and when [E]he can't go on,
he plants his [F]nose in the sky and we [Em]wipes it up above
then he [F]splits like I [E]cry for an [Am]unfaithful love,
in the [Em]port of Amsterdam, in the [Am]port of Amsterdam, in the [Em]port of Amsterdam.
of the [F]dreams that he brings from the [E]wide open seas.
In the [Am]port of Amsterdam, there's a [G]sailor who sleeps
while the [F]riverbank [E]weeps through the [Am]old willow trees.
In the [C]port of Amsterdam, there's a [G]sailor who dies
full of [Am]beer, full of cries in a [E]drunken down fight.
In the [F]port of Amsterdam, there a [Em]sailor who's born
on a [F]muggy hot [E]morn, by the [Am]dawn's early light.
In the [Am]port of Amsterdam, where the [G]sailors all meet,
there's a [F]sailor who eats only [E]fish heads and tails.
He will [Am]show you his teeth that have [G]rotted too soon
that can [F]swallow the [E]moon, that can [Am]haul up the sail.
And he [C]yells to the cook with his [G]arms open wide,
[Am]bring me more fish, put it [E]down by my side.
And he [F]wants so to belch, but he's [Em]too full to try
so he [F]gets up and he [E]laughs, and he [Am]zips up his fly.
In the [Am]port of Amsterdam, you can [G]see sailors dance,
haunches [F]bursting their pants, grinding [E]women to paunch.
They've for[Am]gotten the tune that their [G]whisky voice croaked,
and they're [F]spitting the [E]night with the [Am]roar of their jokes.
And they [C]turn and they dance, and they [G]laugh and they lust
to the [Am]rancid sound of the ac[E]cordion's burst.
then it's [F]out into the night with their [Em]pride in their pants
and a [F]slut that they [E]tow under[Am]neath the street lamps.
In the [Am]port of Amsterdam, there's a [G]sailor who drinks.
and he [F]drinks, and he drinks, and he [E]drinks once again.
He [Am]drinks to the health of the [G]whores of Amsterdam
who have [F]promised their [E]love to a [Am]thousand other men.
And they [C]bargain their bodies and their [G]virtue, long gone,
for a [Am]few dirty coins, and when [E]he can't go on,
he plants his [F]nose in the sky and we [Em]wipes it up above
then he [F]splits like I [E]cry for an [Am]unfaithful love,
in the [Em]port of Amsterdam, in the [Am]port of Amsterdam, in the [Em]port of Amsterdam.
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