Amsterdam
(Brel)


	Intro: Fm Cm Fm
	
	
	Verse 1
	
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	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
	
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	In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sleeps
	
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	While the riverbank weeps with the old willow tree
	
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	In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies
	
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	Full of beer, full of cries in a drunken down fight
	
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	And in the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born
	
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	On a muggy hot morn by the dawn's early light
	
	
	
	Verse 2
	
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	In the port of Amsterdam where the sailors all meet
	
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	There's a sailor who eats only fishheads and tails
	
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	He will show you his teeth that have rotted too soon
	
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	That can swallow the moon, that can haul up the sails
	
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	And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide
	
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	"Bring me more fish put it down by my side!"
	
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	Then he wants so to belch but he's too full to try
	
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	So he gets up and laughs and he zips up his fly
	
	
	Verse 3
	
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	In the port of Amsterdam you can see sailors dance
	
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	Paunches bursting their pants grinding women to paunch
	
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	They've forgotten the tune that their whisky voice croaks
	
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	Splitting the night with the roar of their jokes
	
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	And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust
	
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	Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts
	
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	Then out to the night with their pride in their pants
	
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	And the slut that they tow underneath the street lamps
	
	
	Verse 4
	
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	In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who drinks
	
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	And he drinks and he drinks and he drinks once again
	
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	He drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam
	
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	Who have promised their love to a thousand other men
	
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	They've bargained their bodies and their virtue's long gone
	
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	For a few dirty coins and when he can't go on
	
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	He plants his nose in the sky and he wipes it up above
	
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	And he pisses like I cry for an unfaithful love
	
	
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	In the port of Amsterdam, in the port of Amsterdam
	
	
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	End