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Port Of Amsterdam

Höfundur lags: Jacques Brel Höfundur texta: M.Schuman Flytjandi: David Bowie Sent inn af: MagS
In the [Am]port of Amsterdam there's a [Em]sailor who sings
Of the [F]dreams that he brings from a [E7]wide open sea
And in the [Am]port of Amsterdam there's a [Em]sailor who sleeps
While the [F]river bank [E7]weeps to the [Am]old willow tree

And in the [C]port of Amsterdam there's a [G7]sailor who [E7]dies   
Full of [Am]beers full of cries in a [E7]drunken down fight
And in the [F]port of Amsterdam there's a [Em]sailor who is born
On the [Dm7]hot muggy [E7]morn by the [Am]dawns early light

In the [Am]port of Amsterdam where the [Em]sailors all meet
There's a [F]sailor who eats only [E7]fish heads and tails
He'll [Am]show you his teeth that have [Em]rotted too soon
That can [F]haul up the [E7]sails that can [Am]swallow the moon

And he'll [C]yell to the cook with his [G7]arms open [E7]wide   
Oh, [Am]bring me more fish though it's [E7]down by my side
And he [F]wants so to belch but he's [Em]too full to try
So he [Dm7]stands up and [E7]laughs and he [Am]zips up his flies

In the [Am]port of Amsterdam you can [Em]see sailors dance
Paunches [F]bursting their pants grinding [E7]women's with paunch
They've for[Am]gotten the tune that their [Em]whiskey voice croaks
Splitt[F]ing the [E7]night with the [Am]roar of their jokes

And they [C]turn and they dance and they [G7]laugh and they [E7]lust   
'Till the [Am]rancid sound of the a[E7]ccordion bursts
And then [F]out of the night with their [Em]pride in their pants
And the [Dm7]slut that they [E7]tow under[Am]neath the street lamps

In the [Am]port of Amsterdam there's a [Em]sailor who drinks
And he [F]drinks and he drinks and he [E7]drinks once again
Oh, he [Am]drinks to the health Of the [Em]whores of Amsterdam
Who have [F]given their [E7]bodies to a [Am]thousand other men

It's their [C]worth and their goodness their [G7]virtues all [E7]gone   
For the [Am]few dirty coins when he [E7]just can't go on
Throws his [F]nose to the sky and he [Em]aims it up above
And he [Dm7]pisses like I [E7]cry for an [Am]unfaithful love

In the [Am]port of Amsterdam
In the [Em]port of Amsterdam [Dm7]    [E7]    [Am]    

In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings from a wide open sea
And in the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sleeps
While the river bank weeps to the old willow tree

And in the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies
Full of beers full of cries in a drunken down fight
And in the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who is born
On the hot muggy morn by the dawns early light

In the port of Amsterdam where the sailors all meet
There's a sailor who eats only fish heads and tails
He'll show you his teeth that have rotted too soon
That can haul up the sails that can swallow the moon

And he'll yell to the cook with his arms open wide
Oh, bring me more fish though it's down by my side
And he wants so to belch but he's too full to try
So he stands up and laughs and he zips up his flies

In the port of Amsterdam you can see sailors dance
Paunches bursting their pants grinding women's with paunch
They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaks
Splitting the night with the roar of their jokes

And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust
'Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts
And then out of the night with their pride in their pants
And the slut that they tow underneath the street lamps

In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who drinks
And he drinks and he drinks and he drinks once again
Oh, he drinks to the health Of the whores of Amsterdam
Who have given their bodies to a thousand other men

It's their worth and their goodness their virtues all gone
For the few dirty coins when he just can't go on
Throws his nose to the sky and he aims it up above
And he pisses like I cry for an unfaithful love

In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam

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