| Am | |
| In the port of Amsterdam |
| Em/G | |
| There's a sailor wh | o sings |
| F | |
| Of the dreams that | he brings |
| Em/G | E | |
| From the wide open sea |
| Am | |
| In the port of A | msterdam |
| Em/G | |
| There's a sailor who sle | eps |
| F | E | |
| While the river bank wee | ps |
| Am | |
| To the old willow | tree |
| C | |
| In the port of Am | sterdam |
| G | E/F | |
| There's a sailor who die | s |
| Am | |
| Full of beer, full | of cries |
| Em/G | E | |
| In a drunken tow | n fight |
| F | |
| In the port of Am | sterdam |
| Em/G | |
| There's a sailor who's b | orn |
| F | Em/G | |
| On a hot | muggy morn |
| Am | |
| By the dawn's earl | y light |
| (The rest of the song is strummed in 3/4 time) |
| Am | |
| In the port of Amsterdam |
| Em/G | |
| Where the sailors all me | et |
| F | |
| There's a sailor who eat | s |
| Em/G | |
| Only fish heads | and tails |
| Am | |
| And he'll show you his t | eeth |
| Em/G | |
| That have rotted too soon |
| F | |
| That can haul up the sai | ls |
| E | Am | |
| That can swallow the moo | n |
| C | |
| And he yells to t | he cook |
| G | E/F | |
| With his arms open wide |
| Am | |
| "Hey, bring me m | ore fish |
| Em/G | |
| Throw it down | by my side" |
| F | |
| And he wants so t | o belch |
| Em/G | |
| But he's too full to try |
| F | |
| So he stands up | and laughs |
| Em/G | Am | |
| And he zips up hi | s fly |
| Am | |
| In the port of Am | sterdam |
| Em/G | |
| You can see sail | ors dance |
| F | |
| Paunches bursting their | pants |
| Em/G | |
| Grinding women to porch |
| Am | |
| They've forgotten the tu | ne |
| Em/G | |
| That their whiskey voice croaked |
| F | |
| Splittin | g the night |
| E | Am | |
| With the roar of their j | okes |
| C | |
| And they turn and they d | ance |
| G | E/F | |
| And they laugh and they | lust |
| Am | |
| Till the rancid sound of | the accordion bursts |
| Em/G |
| F | |
| And then out of the nigh | t |
| Em/G | |
| With their pride in their pants |
| F | |
| And the sluts that | they tow |
| Em/G | Am | |
| Underneath the s | treet lamps |
| Am | |
| In the port of Am | sterdam |
| Em/G | |
| There's a sailor who dri | nks |
| F | |
| And he drinks and | he drinks |
| Em/G | |
| And he drinks on | ce again |
| Am | |
| He'll drink to t | he health |
| Em/G | |
| Of the whores of | Amsterdam |
| F | |
| Who've given thei | r bodies |
| E | Am | |
| To a thousand ot | her men |
| C | |
| Yeah, they've bargained their virtue |
| G | E/F | |
| Their goodness al | l gone |
| Am | |
| For a few dirty | coins |
| Em/G | |
| Well he just can't | go on |
| F | |
| Throws his nose to the sky |
| Em/G | |
| And he aims it up | above |
| F | |
| And he pisses like I cry |
| Em/G | Am | |
| On the unfaithful love |
| Am | |
| In the port of Am | sterdam |
| E | |
| In the port of Am | sterdam |
| F E Am. E. Am. |
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| Em/G = 322000, E/F = X4X454 |
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