Am
Em
1. 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 Em
in
the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born
Dm E Am + Am ~
on a
hot muggy morn by the dawn's early light.
Am
Em
2. 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
Em
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
3. 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
Em
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
4. 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
In the port of Amsterdam, in
the port of Amsterdam.
+ F - E - Am - E -
Am
(David Bowie)