Amsterdam (1970)    (video)    (midi)

 

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1. In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sings

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    of the dreams that he brings from the wide open seas.

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    In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sleeps

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    while the riverbank weeps through the old willow trees.

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    In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who dies,

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    full of beer, full of cries in a drunken down fight.

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    In the port of Amsterdam, there a sailor who's born

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    on a muggy hot morn, by the dawn's early light.

 

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2. In the port of Amsterdam, where the 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 have rotted too soon,

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    that can swallow the moon, that can haul up the sail.

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    And he yells to the cook with his 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 too full to try,

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    so he gets up and he laughs, and he zips up his fly.

 

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3. In the port of Amsterdam, you can see sailors dance,

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    haunches bursting their pants, grinding women to paunch.

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    They've forgotten the tune that their whisky voice croaked,

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    and they're splitting the night with the roar of their jokes.

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    And they turn and they dance, and they laugh and they lust

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            to the rancid sound of the accordion's burst.

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    Then it's out into the night with their pride in their pants

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    and a slut that they tow underneath the street lamps.

 

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4. In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who drinks,

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    and he drinks, and he drinks, and he drinks once again.

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    He drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam,

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    who have promised their love to a thousand other men.

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    And they bargain their bodies and their virtue, long gone,

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    for a few dirty coins, and then when he can't go on,

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    he plants his nose in the sky and he wipes it up above,

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    then he spits like I’d cry for an unfaithful love,

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

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    in the port of Amsterdam.

 

(orig.=cap 1st; midi=capo 3rd: Em-D-C-B7...)    (John Denver)