Amsterdam David Bowie
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[Zwrotka 1]
Of the
In the
While the
In the
Full of
In the
On a
[Instrumental]
[Zwrotka 2]
In the
There's a
And he'll
That can
And he
Hey,
And he
So he
[Zwrotka 3]
Paunches
They've for
And they
Till the
And then
And the
[Zwrotka 4]
In the
And he
He'll
Who've
Yeah, they've
For a
Throws his
And he
In the
Am
In the port of Amsterdam there's a Em
sailor who singsOf the
F
dreams that he brings from the E
wide open seaIn the
Am
port of Amsterdam there's a Em
sailor who sleepsWhile the
Dm
river bank E
weeps to the old wiAm
llow treeIn the
C
port of Amsterdam there's a G
sailor who E
diesFull of
Am
beer, full of cries in aEm
drunken town E
fightIn the
F
port of Amsterdam there's a E
sailor who's bornOn a
Dm
hot muggy E
morn by the Am
dawn's early light[Instrumental]
Am
[Zwrotka 2]
In the
Am
port of Amsterdam where the Em
sailors all meetThere's a
F
sailor who eats only E
fish heads and tailsAnd he'll
Am
show you his teeth that have Em
rotted too soonThat can
Dm
haul up the E
sails that can Am
swallow the moonAnd he
C
yells to the cook with his G
arms open E
wideHey,
Am
bring me more fish, throw it Em
down by my E
sideAnd he
F
wants so to belch but he's E
too full to trySo he
Dm
stands up and E
laughs and he Am
zips up his fly[Zwrotka 3]
Am
In the port of Amsterdam you can see saiEm
lors dancePaunches
F
bursting their pants, grinding E
women to porchThey've for
Am
gotten the tune that their Em
whiskey voice croakedDm
Splitting the E
night with the Am
roar of their jokesAnd they
C
turn and they dance and they G
laugh and they E
lustTill the
Am
rancid sound of the acEm
cordion E
burstsAnd then
F
out of the night with their E
pride in their pantsAnd the
Dm
sluts that they E
tow underAm
neath the street lamps[Zwrotka 4]
In the
Am
port of Amsterdam there's a Em
sailor who drinksAnd he
F
drinks and he drinks and he E
drinks once againHe'll
Am
drink to the health of the Em
whores of AmsterdamWho've
Dm
given their E
bodies to a Am
thousand other menYeah, they've
C
bargained their virtue, their G
goodness all E
goneFor a
Am
few dirty coins, well he Em
just can't go E
onThrows his
F
nose to the sky and he E
aims it up aboveAnd he
Dm
pisses like I E
cry on the Am
unfaithful loveIn the
Am
port of Amsterdam, in the Em
port of AmsterdamF
E
Am
E
Am
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