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        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 sea.
        Am                          G
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sleeps
           F          E           Am
While the river bank weeps to the old willow tree.
        C                           G
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies
         Am                        E
Full of beer, full of cries in a drunkin' down fight.
            F                           Em
But in the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born
      F          E           Am
On a muggy, hot morn by the dawns 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 sails.
       C                         G                Am
And he asks to the cook with his arms open wide.
                            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, binding woman to paunch.
         Am                             G
They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaks.
               F           E              Am
And they're aplitting the night with the roar of their jokes.
          C                        G                        Am
And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust.
                             E
To the rats it sounds of the accordion burst.
          F                               Em
Then it's out into the night with their pride in their pants.
         F             E        Am
With 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 darken their bodies and their virtue long gone
       Am                        E
For a few dirty coins. And then when he can't go on
               F                      Em
He plants his nose in the sky And he wipes it up above
          F                     Am
And he splits like I cry for an unfaithful love.
        Em
In the port of Amsterdam.
        Am
In the port of Amsterdam.
        Em
In the port of Amsterdam.