Amsterdam

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In the port of Amsterdam, there's a
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 sailor who sings
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of the dreams that he brings from 
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the wide open seas.
       Am                          
In the port of Amsterdam, there's a
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 sailor who sleeps
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while the riverbank weeps through 
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the old willow trees.
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In the port of Amsterdam, there's a
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 sailor who dies
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full of beer, full of cries in a 
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drunken down fight.
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In the port of Amsterdam, there a 
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sailor who's born
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on a muggy hot morn, by the dawn's 
early light.

       Am                          
In the port of Amsterdam, where the
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 sailors all meet,
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there's a sailor who eats only fish 
heads and tails.
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He will show you his teeth that 
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have rotted too soon
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that can swallow the moon, that 
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can haul up the sail.
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And he yells to the cook with his 
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arms open wide,
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bring me more fish, put it down by 
my side.
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And he wants so to belch, but he's 
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too full to try
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so he gets up and he laughs, and 
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he zips up his fly.

       Am                         
In the port of Amsterdam, you can 
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see sailors dance,
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haunches bursting their pants, 
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grinding women to paunch.
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They've forgotten the tune that 
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their whisky voice croaked,
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and they're spitting the night 
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with the roar of their jokes.
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And they turn and they dance, and 
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they laugh and they lust
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to the rancid sound of the 
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accordion's burst.
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then it's out into the night with 
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their pride in their pants
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and a slut that they tow underneath 
the street lamps.

       Am                          
In the port of Amsterdam, there's a
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 sailor who drinks.
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and he drinks, and he drinks, and 
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he drinks once again.
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He drinks to the health of the 
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whores of Amsterdam
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who have promised their love to a 
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thousand other men.
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And they bargain their bodies and 
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their virtue, long gone,
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for a few dirty coins, and when he 
can't go on,
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he plants his nose in the sky and 
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we wipes it up above
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then he splits like I cry for an 
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unfaithful love,
       Em                        
in the port of Amsterdam, in the 
Am                        Em
port of Amsterdam, in the port of 
Amsterdam.