Amsterdam
by AJ Roach

transcribed by Eitan Altshuler

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For the You Tube video
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sRAfnhB52z8

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        Am		            Em
In the Port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sings
       F			    Em
Of the dreams that he brings from a wide-open sea
           Am				Em
And in the Port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sleeps 
        C	  Em	         Am
as the river bank weeps with the old willow tree


            C				 G
And in the Port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who dies
        Am			   Em
full of beer, full of cries from a drunken town fight
           F				Em
And in the Port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who's born
     C		Em		 Am
on a hot, muggy morn, 'neath the dawns early light


       Am			    Em	
In the Port of Amsterdam, where the sailors all meet
          F		Em
there's a sailor who eats only fish heads and tails
      Am		           Em
He'll show you his teeth that have rotted too soon
           C           Em		 Am
That could haul up the sails, that could swallow the moon.

           C			        G
And he'll scream to the cook, with his arms open wide
Am			     Em
Bring me more fish, throw'em down by my side
       F		           Em
And he wants so to belch, but he's too full to try
      C		    Em		     Am
So he stands up and laughs, and then unzips his fly

       Am		          Em
In the Port of Amsterdam, you can watch sailors dance
          F				Em
**Honchos burst in their pants, finding women to punch 
         Am			       Em
They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaked
C	     Em		    Am
Spending the night with the roar of their joke

         C			      G
And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust
       Am		     Em
To the rancid sound of their accordion burst
         F			     Em
And then out in the night with their pride in their pants
        C	      Em       Am
And the sluts after **two underneath the street lamps

       Am		            Em
In the Port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who drinks
       F		           Em
And he drinks and he drinks and he drinks once again
       Am		           Em
And he drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam
         C	    Em	       Am
Who have given themselves to a thousand other men

            C			         G
And they'll trade in their virtue, their goodness all gone
        Am			    Em
For a **pilfery of coins, till they just can't go on
           F			   Em
Throws his nose to the sky, and he aims up above
         C        Em	     Am
And then pisses a cry for an unfaithful love


Am	                         Em
In the PORT OF AMSTERDAM, In the PORT OF AMSTERDAM!!!
C    G    Em   Am