Amsterdam

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Chords and lyrics for Amsterdam by Jacques Brel

 
I
Am 
n the port of Amsterdam
 
T
Em 
here’s a sailor who sings
 
O
F 
f the dreams that he brings
 
F
E 
rom a wide open sea
 
A
Am 
nd in the port of Amsterdam
 
T
Em 
here’s a sailor who sleeps
 
W
F 
hi
E7 
le the river bank weeps
 
T
Am 
o the old willow tree
 
A
C 
nd in the port of Amsterdam
 
T
G7 
he
E7 
re’s a sailor who dies
 
F
Am 
ull of beers full of cries
 
I
E7 
n a drunken down fight
 
A
F 
nd in the port of Amsterdam
 
T
Em 
here’s a sailor who is born
 
On th
E7 
e hot muggy morn
 
B
Am 
y the dawns early light
 
I
Am 
n the port of Amsterdam
 
W
Em 
here the sailors all meet
 
T
F 
here’s a sailor who eats
 
O
E 
nly fish heads and tails
 
H
Am 
e’ll show you his teeth
 
T
Em 
hat have rotted too soon
 
T
F 
ha
E7 
t can haul up the sails
 
T
Am 
hat can swallow the moon
 
A
C 
nd he’ll yell to the cook
 
W
G7 
it
E7 
h his arms open wide
 
O
Am 
h bring me more fish
 
T
E7 
hough it’s down by my side
 
A
F 
nd he wants so to belch
 
B
Em 
ut he’s too full to try
 
So he
E7 
stands up and laughs
 
A
Am 
nd he zips up his flies
 
I
Am 
n the port of Amsterdam
 
Y
Em 
ou can see sailors dance
 
P
F 
aunches bursting their pants
 
G
E 
rinding women’s with paunch (not sure about this line)
 
T
Am 
hey’ve forgotten the tune
 
T
Em 
hat their whiskey voice croaks
 
S
F 
pl
E7 
itting the night
 
W
Am 
ith the roar of their jokes
 
A
C 
nd they turn and they dance
 
A
G7 
nd
E7 
they laugh and they lust
 
T
Am 
ill the rancid sound
 
O
E7 
f the accordion bursts
 
A
F 
nd then out of the night
 
W
Em 
ith their pride in their pants
 
And t
E7 
he slut that they tow
 
U
Am 
nderneath the street lamps
 
I
Am 
n the port of Amsterdam
 
T
Em 
here’s a sailor who drinks
 
A
F 
nd he drinks and he drinks
 
A
E 
nd he drinks once again
 
O
Am 
h he drinks to the health
 
O
Em 
f the whores of Amsterdam
 
W
F 
ho
E7 
have given their bodies
 
T
Am 
o a thousand other men
 
I
C 
t’s their worth and their goodness
 
T
G7 
he
E7 
ir virtues all gone
 
F
Am 
or the few dirty coins
 
W
E7 
hen he just can’t go on
 
T
F 
hrows his nose to the sky
 
A
Em 
nd he aims it up above
 
And h
E7 
e pisses like I cry
 
F
Am 
or an unfaithful love
 
I
Am 
n the port of Amsterdam
 
I
Em 
 
t
Dm 
he
E7 
p
Am 
ort of Amsterdam

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