Amsterdam

Am                                 Em 
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sings 
       F                              E 
Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea 
       Am                          Em 
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sleeps 
          Dm         E     Am 
While the river bank weeps to the old willow tree 
       C                           G          E 
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies 
        Am                  Em                E 
Full of beer, full of cries in a drunken town fight 
       F                           E 
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born 
     Dm        E           Am 
On a hot muggy morn by the dawn's early light 
 
 
ACOUSTIC:  Am 
 
 
       Am                          Em 
In the port of Amsterdam where the sailors all meet 
          F                    E 
There's a sailor who eats only fish heads and tails 
          Am                           Em 
And he'll show you his teeth that have rotted too soon 
         Dm          E              Am 
That can haul up the sails that can swallow the moon 
       C                          G         E 
And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide 
     Am                          Em         E 
Hey, bring me more fish throw it down by my side 
       F                          E 
And he wants so to belch but he's too full to try 
      Dm            E             Am 
So he stands up and laughs and he zips up his fly 
 
 
       Am                        Em 
In the port of Amsterdam you can see sailors dance 
         F                             E 
Paunches bursting their pants grinding women to porch 
           Am                         Em 
They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaked 
Dm            E              Am 
Splitting the night with the roar of their jokes 
         C                            G              E 
And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust 
         Am                    Em      E 
Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts 
         F                           E 
And then out of the night with their pride in their pants 
        Dm              E        Am 
And the sluts that they tow underneath the street lamps 
 
 
       Am                          Em 
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                         Em 
He'll drink to the health of the whores of Amsterdam 
       Dm          E           Am 
Who've given their bodies to a thousand other men 
              C                            G            E 
Yeah, they've bargained their virtue their goodness all gone 
      Am                      Em            E 
For a few dirty coins well he just can't go on 
           F                      E 
Throws his nose to the sky and he aims it up above 
       Dm            E          Am 
And he pisses like I cry on the unfaithful love 
       Am                        Em               F  E  Am  E  Am 
In the port of Amsterdam, in the port of Amsterdam