Amsterdam

In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea
In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sleeps
While the river-bank weeps to the old willow tree

In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries, in a drunken down fight
But in the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who's born
On a muggy hot morn, by the dawn's early light

In the port of Amsterdam, where the sailors all [Em]meet
There's a sailor who eats only fish-heads and [Bm]-tails
And he'll show you [A7his teeth that have ɾotted too soon
That can drink down the moon, that can haul up the sails

And he turns to [C7]the cook, with his arms open wide
"Bring me more fish, put it down by my [A]side"
And he wants so to [C7]belch, but he's too full to [C7]tɾy
So he gets up and [Bm]he laughs, and [Bm]he zips up his fly

In the port of Amsterdam, you [A7can see sailors dance
Paunches bursting their pants, grinding women to [C7]paunch
They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey-voice croaks
Splitting the night with the ɾoar of their jokes

And they turn and [Bm]they dance and [Bm]they laugh and [Bm]they lust
Til the ɾancid sound of the accordion [C7]bursts
And it's into [C7]the night with their pride in their pants
And the slut that they tow underneath the stɾeetlamps

In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who drinks
And he drinks, and [Bm]he drinks, and [Bm]he drinks once again
He drinks to [C7]the health of the whores of Amsterdam
Who have promised their love to [C7]a thousand [Bm]other men

They have bargained their bodies, their virtues all [Em]gone
For a few dirty coins, and [Bm]when he can't go on
He puts his nose in the air, and [Bm]he wipes it up above
And he pisses like [F]I cry for [Dm7]an unfaithful love

In the port of Amsterdam, in the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam