Bellowhead - Amsterdam

In the p^Emort of Amsterdam There's ^Bma sailor who sings Of the d^Creams that he brings From a w^Bide open sea And in t^Emhe port of Amsterdam There's ^Bma sailor who sleeps While th^Ce river bank ^B7weeps To the o^Emld willow tree And in t^Ghe port of Amsterdam There's ^D7a sailor who ^B7dies Full of ^Embeers full of cries In a dru^B7nken down fight And in t^Che port of Amsterdam There's ^Bma sailor who is born On the h^Am7ot muggy morn ^B7 By the daw^Emns early light

In the p^Emort of Amsterdam Where th^Bme sailors all meet There's ^Ca sailor who eats Only fis^Bh heads and tails He'll sh^Emow you his teeth That hav^Bme rotted too soon That can^C drink down the ^B7moon That can^Em haul up the sails And he t^Gurns to the cook With his^D7 arms open ^B7wide Oh bring^Em me more fish Set it d^B7own by my side And he w^Cants so to belch But he's^Bm too full to try So he ge^Am7ts up and he ^B7laughs And he z^Emips up his flies

In the p^Emort of Amsterdam You can ^Bmsee sailors dance Paunches^C bursting their pants Grinding^B women to paunch They've ^Emforgotten the tune That the^Bmir whiskey voice croaks Splittin^Cg the ni^B7ght With the^Em roar of their jokes And they^G turn and they dance And they^D7 laugh and they ^B7lust Till the^Em rancid sound Of the a^B7ccordion bursts Then it?^C?€™s in to the night With the^Bmir pride in their pants And the ^Am7slut that they^B7 tow Undernea^Emth the street lamps

In the p^Emort of Amsterdam There's ^Bma sailor who drinks And he d^Crinks and he drinks And he d^Brinks once again Oh he dr^Eminks to the health Of the w^Bmhores of Amsterdam Who have^C promised their ^B7bodies To a tho^Emusand other men They hav^Ge bargained their bodies Their vi^D7rtues all ^B7gone For the ^Emfew dirty coins When he ^B7just can't go on He puts ^Chis nose in the air And he w^Bmipes it up above And he p^Am7isses like I^B7 cry For an u^Emnfaithful love

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