David Bowie - Amsterdam

In^Am the port of Amsterdam Th^Emere's a sailor who sings Of^F the dreams that he brings Fr^Eom a wide open sea An^Amd in the port of Amsterdam Th^Emere's a sailor who sleeps Wh^File^E7 the river bank weeps To^Am the old willow tree An^Cd in the port of Amsterdam Th^G7ere'^E7s a sailor who dies Fu^Amll of beers full of cries In^E7 a drunken down fight An^Fd in the port of Amsterdam Th^Emere's a sailor who is born On^Dm7 the ^E7hot muggy morn By^Am the dawns early light

In^Am the port of Amsterdam Wh^Emere the sailors all meet Th^Fere's a sailor who eats On^Ely fish heads and tails He^Am'll show you his teeth Th^Emat have rotted too soon Th^Fat ^E7can haul up the sails Th^Amat can swallow the moon An^Cd he'll yell to the cook Wi^G7th h^E7is arms open wide Oh^Am bring me more fish Th^E7ough it's down by my side An^Fd he wants so to belch Bu^Emt he's too full to try So^Dm7 he s^E7tands up and laughs An^Amd he zips up his flies

In^Am the port of Amsterdam Yo^Emu can see sailors dance Pa^Funches bursting their pants Gr^Einding women's with paunch (not sure about this line) Th^Amey've forgotten the tune Th^Emat their whiskey voice croaks Sp^Flit^E7ting the night Wi^Amth the roar of their jokes An^Cd they turn and they dance An^G7d th^E7ey laugh and they lust Ti^Amll the rancid sound Of^E7 the accordion bursts An^Fd then out of the night Wi^Emth their pride in their pants An^Dm7d the^E7 slut that they tow Un^Amderneath the street lamps

In^Am the port of Amsterdam Th^Emere's a sailor who drinks An^Fd he drinks and he drinks An^Ed he drinks once again Oh^Am he drinks to the health Of^Em the whores of Amsterdam Wh^Fo h^E7ave given their bodies To^Am a thousand other men It^C's their worth and their goodness Th^G7eir ^E7virtues all gone Fo^Amr the few dirty coins Wh^E7en he just can't go on Th^Frows his nose to the sky An^Emd he aims it up above An^Dm7d he ^E7pisses like I cry Fo^Amr an unfaithful love

In^Am the port of Amsterdam In^Em the p^Dmort^E7 of^Am Amsterdam