David Bowie – Amsterdam (Guitar)

Am                                 Em
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sings

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Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea

       Am                          Em
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sleeps

          Dm         E                  Am
While the river bank weeps to the old willow tree

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In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies

        Am                      Em            E
Full of beer, full of cries in a drunken town fight

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In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born

     Dm        E           Am
On a hot muggy morn by the dawn's early light

       Am                          Em
In the port of Amsterdam where the sailors all meet

          F                    E
There's a sailor who eats only fish heads and tails

          Am                           Em
And he'll show you his teeth that have rotted too soon

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That can haul up the sails that can swallow the moon

       C                          G         E
And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide

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Hey, bring me more fish, throw it down by my side

       F                          E
And he wants so to belch but he's too full to try

      Dm            E             Am
So he stands up and laughs and he zips up his fly

Am                                      Em
In the port of Amsterdam you can see sailors dance

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Paunches bursting their pants, grinding women to porch

           Am                         Em
They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaked

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Splitting the night with the roar of their jokes

         C                            G              E
And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust

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Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts

         F                           E
And then out of the night with their pride in their pants

        Dm              E        Am
And the sluts that they tow underneath the street lamps

       Am                          Em
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who drinks

       F                           E
And he drinks and he drinks and he drinks once again

      Am                         Em
He'll drink to the health of the whores of Amsterdam

       Dm          E           Am
Who've given their bodies to a thousand other men

              C                             G            E
Yeah, they've bargained their virtue, their goodness all gone

      Am                       Em            E
For a few dirty coins, well he just can't go on

           F                      E
Throws his nose to the sky and he aims it up above

       Dm            E          Am
And he pisses like I cry on the unfaithful love

       Am                        Em
In the port of Amsterdam, in the port of Amsterdam