Amsterdam David Bowie
-
-
2 favorites
In the
Of the d
In the
While the
In the
Full of
In the p
On a hot
In the
There's
And he'll
That can h
And he
Hey, bri
And he want
So he st
In the
Paunche
They'v
S
And th
Till the
And then out
And the s
In the
And he d
He'll d
Who've giv
Yeah, th
For a few
Throws
And he p
In the
In the
Dm
port of AmDm
sterdam there'Am
s a sailor whoAm
singsOf the d
B
reams that he B
brings from thA
e wide opA
en seaIn the
Dm
port of AmDm
sterdam thereC
's a sailor whC
o sleepsWhile the
B
river bank A
weeps to theDm
old willow Dm
treeIn the
F
port of AmF
sterdam there'sC
a sailor A
who diesFull of
Dm
beer, full oDm
f cries in Am
dAm
runken town Am
fightIn the p
B
ort of AmsB
terdam thereAm
's a sailorAm
who's bornOn a hot
B
muggy mornA
by the dawn'Dm
s early lighDm
tIn the
Dm
port of ADm
msterdam whereAm
the sailorAm
s all meetThere's
B
a sailor who eB
ats only fish A
heads and taA
ilsAnd he'll
Dm
show you his tDm
eeth that_C
have rotted toC
o soonThat can h
B
aul_up the A
sails that cDm
an swallow theDm
moonAnd he
F
yells to the F
cook with hC
is arms open wA
ideHey, bri
Dm
ng me more fishDm
, throw it Am
down by my sidAm
eAnd he want
B
s so to belchB
but he's toAm
o full to try Am
So he st
B
ands up and lA
aughs and he zDm
ips up his flyDm
In the
Dm
port of ADm
msterdam you Am
can see sailors Am
dancePaunche
B
s bursting theB
ir pants, gA
rinding women tA
o porchThey'v
Dm
e forgotten tDm
he tune thatC
their whiskeyC
voice croakedS
B
plitting thA
e night with the Dm
roar of theiDm
r jokesAnd th
F
ey turn and they F
dance and C
they laugh and A
they lustTill the
Dm
rancid sounDm
d of the acAm
cordion burAm
stsAnd then out
B
of the nigB
ht with theiAm
r pride in theiAm
r pantsAnd the s
B
luts that tA
hey tow Dm
underneath the stDm
reet lampsIn the
Dm
port of ADm
msterdam therAm
e's a sailor whoAm
drinksAnd he d
B
rinks and he drB
inks and heA
drinks once agA
ainHe'll d
Dm
rink to theDm
health of tC
he whores of AC
msterdamWho've giv
B
en theirB
bodies to a tA7
housand otherA7
menYeah, th
F
ey've bargained F
their virtue,C
their goodneA
ss all goneFor a few
Dm
dirty coiDm
ns, well heAm
just canAm
't go onThrows
B
his nose toB
the sky aAm
nd he aims it Am
up aboveAnd he p
B
isses likA
e I cry on thDm
e unfaithfDm
ul loveIn the
Dm
port of ADm
msterdam, in Am
the port of AmstAm
erdamB
B
A
A
In the
Dm
port of AmsDm
terdam, in tC
he port of AmsC
terdamB
A
Dm
Dm
contributions:
Information about the Song
Słowa Jacques Brel (tłumaczenie na angielski by David Bowie – 1972)
Most popular songs David Bowie
- 11 Amazing
- 12 Always crashing in the same car
- 13 Almost grown
- 14 All The Young Dudes
- 15 All the madmen
- 16 Algeria Touchshriek
- 17 Aladdin sane
- 18 Alabama Song
- 19 Al Alba
- 20 After today