David Bowie - Port of amsterdam

In the p^Amort of Amsterdam there's a s^Emailor who sings Of the d^Freams that he brings from the ^E7wide open sea In the ^Amport of Amsterdam there's a s^Emailor who sleeps While the ^Friver bank w^E7eeps to the o^Amld willow tree In the p^Cort of Amsterdam there's a s^G7ailor who dies Full of ^E7beer, full of c^Amries in a dr^E7unken town fight In the p^Fort of Amsterdam there's a s^Emailor who's born On a h^Dm7ot muggy m^E7orn by the d^Amawn's early light

In the p^Amort of Amsterdam where the sa^Emilors all meet There's a ^Fsailor who eats only f^E7ish heads and tails And he'll s^Amhow you his teeth that have r^Emotted too soon That can h^Faul up the s^E7ails that can sw^Amallow the moon And he ye^Clls to the cook with his a^G7rms open wide "Hey, b^E7ring me more f^Amish throw it d^E7own by my side" And he wa^Fnts so to belch but he's t^Emoo full to try So he st^Dm7ands up and la^E7ughs and he zi^Amps up his fly

In the p^Amort of Amsterdam you can s^Emee sailors dance Paunches b^Fursting their pants grinding w^E7omen to porch They've forg^Amotten the tune that their wh^Emiskey voice croaked Spli^Ftting the n^E7ight with the ro^Amar of their jokes And they tu^Crn and they dance and they la^G7ugh and they lust Till the r^E7ancid sou^Amnd of the acc^E7ordion bursts And then o^Fut of the night with their pr^Emide in their pants And the s^Dm7luts that they t^E7ow underne^Amath the street lamps

In the p^Amort of Amsterdam there's a sa^Emilor who drinks And he d^Frinks and he drinks and he d^E7rinks once again He'll d^Amrink to the health of the w^Emhores of Amsterdam Who've g^Fiven their b^E7odies to a th^Amousand other men Yeah, they've ba^Crgained their virtue their go^G7odness all gone For a f^E7ew dirty co^Amins well he j^E7ust can't go on Throws his n^Fose to the sky and he a^Emims it up above And he p^Dm7isses like ^E7I cry on the un^Amfaithful love In the ^Amport of Amsterdam In the p^Emort of Amsterdam