John Denver - Amsterdam

In the ^Amport of Amsterdam, there's a ^Gsailor who sings of the ^Fdreams that he brings from the ^Ewide open seas. In the ^Amport of Amsterdam, there's a ^Gsailor who sleeps while the ^Friverbank ^Eweeps through the ^Amold willow trees. In the ^Cport of Amsterdam, there's a ^Gsailor who dies full of ^Ambeer, full of cries in a ^Edrunken down fight. In the ^Fport of Amsterdam, there a ^Emsailor who's born on a ^Fmuggy hot ^Emorn, by the ^Amdawn's early light.

In the ^Amport of Amsterdam, where the ^Gsailors all meet, there's a ^Fsailor who eats only ^Efish heads and tails. He will ^Amshow you his teeth that have ^Grotted too soon that can ^Fswallow the ^Emoon, that can ^Amhaul up the sail. And he ^Cyells to the cook with his ^Garms open wide, ^Ambring me more fish, put it ^Edown by my side. And he ^Fwants so to belch, but he's ^Emtoo full to try so he ^Fgets up and he ^Elaughs, and he ^Amzips up his fly.

In the ^Amport of Amsterdam, you can ^Gsee sailors dance, haunches ^Fbursting their pants, grinding ^Ewomen to paunch. They've for^Amgotten the tune that their ^Gwhisky voice croaked, and they're ^Fspitting the ^Enight with the ^Amroar of their jokes. And they ^Cturn and they dance, and they ^Glaugh and they lust to the ^Amrancid sound of the ac^Ecordion's burst. then it's ^Fout into the night with their ^Empride in their pants and a ^Fslut that they ^Etow under^Amneath the street lamps.

In the ^Amport of Amsterdam, there's a ^Gsailor who drinks. and he ^Fdrinks, and he drinks, and he ^Edrinks once again. He ^Amdrinks to the health of the ^Gwhores of Amsterdam who have ^Fpromised their ^Elove to a ^Amthousand other men. And they ^Cbargain their bodies and their ^Gvirtue, long gone, for a ^Amfew dirty coins, and when ^Ehe can't go on, he plants his ^Fnose in the sky and we ^Emwipes it up above then he ^Fsplits like I ^Ecry for an ^Amunfaithful love, in the ^Emport of Amsterdam, in the ^Amport of Amsterdam, in the ^Emport of Amsterdam.