David Bowie - Port of amsterdam

^AmIn the port of Amsterdam there's a ^Emsailor who sings Of the ^Fdreams that he brings from the ^Ewide open sea In the ^Amport of Amsterdam there's a ^Emsailor who sleeps While the ^Dmriver bank ^Eweeps to the old wi^Amllow tree In the ^Cport of Amsterdam there's a ^Gsailor who ^Edies Full of ^Ambeer, full of cries in a^Em drunken town ^Efight In the ^Fport of Amsterdam there's a ^Esailor who's born On a ^Dmhot muggy ^Emorn by the ^Amdawn's early light

In the ^Amport of Amsterdam where the ^Emsailors all meet There's a ^Fsailor who eats only ^Efish heads and tails And he'll ^Amshow you his teeth that have ^Emrotted too soon That can ^Dmhaul up the ^Esails that can ^Amswallow the moon And he ^Cyells to the cook with his ^Garms open ^Ewide Hey, ^Ambring me more fish throw it ^Emdown by my ^Eside And he ^Fwants so to belch but he's ^Etoo full to try So he ^Dmstands up and ^Elaughs and he ^Amzips up his fly

^AmIn the port of Amsterdam you can see sai^Emlors dance Paunches ^Fbursting their pants grinding ^Ewomen to porch They've for^Amgotten the tune that their ^Emwhiskey voice croaked ^DmSplitting the ^Enight with the ^Amroar of their jokes And they ^Cturn and they dance and they ^Glaugh and they ^Elust Till the ^Amrancid sound of the ac^Emcordion ^Ebursts And then ^Fout of the night with their ^Epride in their pants And the ^Dmsluts that they ^Etow under^Amneath the street lamps

In the ^Amport of Amsterdam there's a ^Emsailor who drinks And he ^Fdrinks and he drinks and he ^Edrinks once again He'll ^Amdrink to the health of the ^Emwhores of Amsterdam Who've ^Dmgiven their ^Ebodies to a ^Amthousand other men Yeah, they've ^Cbargained their virtue their ^Ggoodness all ^Egone For a ^Amfew dirty coins well he ^Emjust can't go ^Eon Throws his ^Fnose to the sky and he ^Eaims it up above And he ^Dmpisses like I ^Ecry on the ^Amunfaithful love In the ^Amport of Amsterdam, in the ^Emport of Amsterdam