Chords for Gavin Friday - The port of Amsterdam
Tempo:
118.55 bpm
Chords used:
E
Am
Em
F
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Fm] [Cm] In
[Am]
the port of Amsterdam, there's [Em] a sailor who sings of [F] the dreams that he brings from
[E] the wide open seas.
In [Am] the port of Amsterdam, [Em] there's a sailor who sleeps [D] while the willow tree [E] it weeps
to the [Am] old river bank.
[G] In [C] the port of Amsterdam, [G] there's a sailor [Ab] who dies full [Am] of beer, full of cries, [Em] on a
shrucken town fight.
In [F] the port of Amsterdam, there's [Em] a sailor who's born [Dm] on a hot [E] muggy morn by [F] the dawn's [G] early [Am] light.
[Em]
[E] [F] [E]
In [Am] the port of Amsterdam, where [Em] the sailors all meet, [F] there's a sailor who [C] eats [E] only fish
and jets and tails, [Am] and he'll show you his teeth [Em] that have rotted too soon, that can
[Dm] [E] harl up the sails, that [Am] can swallow the moon.
And [C] he yells to a cook with [G] his arms open [Ab] wide, [Am] bring me more fish, [Em] throw them down
by my side.
[F] And he wants to have this bitch, [E] but it's too far to try, [Dm] so he stands [E] up and laughs
[Am] as he slips up his fly.
In the port of Amsterdam, where [Em] the sailors all dance, [F] bricks bursting the pans, [E] grinding
women to forge, [Am] they've forgotten the tune.
[Em] Their whiskey voice groped [Dm] while splitting [E] the night [Am] with the roar of their jokes.
[C] And they turn and they [G] dance, they laugh [E] and they lust [Am] to the rancid sound [Em] of the accordion
burst [F] and went out of the night [E] with their pride in their pants [Dm] and the sluts [E] that they
fuck [Am] underneath the street lamp.
In the port of Amsterdam, [Em] there's a sailor who drinks, [F] and he drinks and he drinks [E] and
he drinks once again.
[Am] He drinks to the whores, [Em] the whores of Amsterdam, [Dm] who've given [E] their bodies [Am] to a thousand other men.
[C] They bargain their virtues, [G] but goodness, [Ab] oh, God, [Am] for a few dirty coins, [Em] they just
can't go on.
Holds [F] his head to the sky, [C]
to [Em] that God up above, and [Dm] he pisses like I [E]
cry on the [Am] unfaithful love.
In the port [E] [Am] of Amsterdam, there's [E] a [Em] sailor who sings [F] of the dreams that he brings [C] [E] from
the wide open seas.
In the [Am] port of Amsterdam, there's [E] a [Em] sailor who dies, [C] full [Dm] of beer, full [E] of cries, on
[F] a drunken [G] town [Am] fight.
[Am]
the port of Amsterdam, there's [Em] a sailor who sings of [F] the dreams that he brings from
[E] the wide open seas.
In [Am] the port of Amsterdam, [Em] there's a sailor who sleeps [D] while the willow tree [E] it weeps
to the [Am] old river bank.
[G] In [C] the port of Amsterdam, [G] there's a sailor [Ab] who dies full [Am] of beer, full of cries, [Em] on a
shrucken town fight.
In [F] the port of Amsterdam, there's [Em] a sailor who's born [Dm] on a hot [E] muggy morn by [F] the dawn's [G] early [Am] light.
[Em]
[E] [F] [E]
In [Am] the port of Amsterdam, where [Em] the sailors all meet, [F] there's a sailor who [C] eats [E] only fish
and jets and tails, [Am] and he'll show you his teeth [Em] that have rotted too soon, that can
[Dm] [E] harl up the sails, that [Am] can swallow the moon.
And [C] he yells to a cook with [G] his arms open [Ab] wide, [Am] bring me more fish, [Em] throw them down
by my side.
[F] And he wants to have this bitch, [E] but it's too far to try, [Dm] so he stands [E] up and laughs
[Am] as he slips up his fly.
In the port of Amsterdam, where [Em] the sailors all dance, [F] bricks bursting the pans, [E] grinding
women to forge, [Am] they've forgotten the tune.
[Em] Their whiskey voice groped [Dm] while splitting [E] the night [Am] with the roar of their jokes.
[C] And they turn and they [G] dance, they laugh [E] and they lust [Am] to the rancid sound [Em] of the accordion
burst [F] and went out of the night [E] with their pride in their pants [Dm] and the sluts [E] that they
fuck [Am] underneath the street lamp.
In the port of Amsterdam, [Em] there's a sailor who drinks, [F] and he drinks and he drinks [E] and
he drinks once again.
[Am] He drinks to the whores, [Em] the whores of Amsterdam, [Dm] who've given [E] their bodies [Am] to a thousand other men.
[C] They bargain their virtues, [G] but goodness, [Ab] oh, God, [Am] for a few dirty coins, [Em] they just
can't go on.
Holds [F] his head to the sky, [C]
to [Em] that God up above, and [Dm] he pisses like I [E]
cry on the [Am] unfaithful love.
In the port [E] [Am] of Amsterdam, there's [E] a [Em] sailor who sings [F] of the dreams that he brings [C] [E] from
the wide open seas.
In the [Am] port of Amsterdam, there's [E] a [Em] sailor who dies, [C] full [Dm] of beer, full [E] of cries, on
[F] a drunken [G] town [Am] fight.
Key:
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[Fm] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ In _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
the port of Amsterdam, _ there's [Em] a sailor who _ sings of [F] the dreams that he brings from
[E] the wide open seas.
_ In [Am] the port of Amsterdam, _ [Em] there's a sailor who sleeps [D] while the willow tree [E] it weeps
to the [Am] old river bank.
_ [G] In [C] the port of Amsterdam, _ [G] there's a sailor [Ab] who dies full [Am] of beer, full of cries, [Em] on a
shrucken town fight.
_ _ _ In [F] the port of Amsterdam, _ there's [Em] a sailor who's born [Dm] on a hot [E] muggy morn by [F] the dawn's [G] early [Am] _ light. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [E] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ In [Am] the port of Amsterdam, where [Em] the sailors all meet, [F] there's a sailor who [C] eats [E] only fish
and jets and tails, [Am] and he'll show you his teeth [Em] that have rotted too soon, that can
[Dm] [E] harl up the sails, that [Am] can swallow the moon.
And [C] he yells to a cook with [G] his arms open [Ab] wide, [Am] bring me more fish, [Em] throw them down
by my side.
[F] And he wants to have this bitch, [E] but it's too far to try, [Dm] so he stands [E] up and laughs
[Am] as he slips up his fly.
In the port of Amsterdam, where [Em] the sailors all dance, [F] bricks bursting the pans, [E] grinding
women to forge, [Am] they've forgotten the tune.
[Em] Their whiskey voice groped [Dm] while splitting [E] the night [Am] with the roar of their jokes.
[C] And they turn and they [G] dance, they laugh [E] and they lust [Am] to the rancid sound [Em] of the accordion
burst [F] and went out of the night [E] with their pride in their pants [Dm] and the sluts [E] that they
fuck [Am] underneath the street lamp.
In the port of Amsterdam, [Em] there's a sailor who drinks, [F] and he drinks and he drinks [E] and
he drinks once again.
[Am] He drinks to the whores, [Em] the whores of Amsterdam, [Dm] who've given [E] their bodies [Am] to a thousand other men.
[C] They bargain their virtues, [G] but goodness, [Ab] oh, God, [Am] for a few dirty coins, [Em] they just
can't go on. _
Holds [F] his head to the sky, _ [C]
to [Em] that God up above, _ _ and [Dm] he pisses like I [E]
cry on the [Am] _ _ _ unfaithful love.
_ _ In the port [E] [Am] of Amsterdam, _ _ there's [E] a [Em] sailor who sings _ [F] of the dreams that he brings _ [C] [E] from
the wide open _ seas.
In the [Am] port of Amsterdam, _ there's [E] a [Em] sailor who _ dies, [C] full [Dm] of beer, full [E] of cries, on
[F] a drunken [G] town [Am] fight. _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
the port of Amsterdam, _ there's [Em] a sailor who _ sings of [F] the dreams that he brings from
[E] the wide open seas.
_ In [Am] the port of Amsterdam, _ [Em] there's a sailor who sleeps [D] while the willow tree [E] it weeps
to the [Am] old river bank.
_ [G] In [C] the port of Amsterdam, _ [G] there's a sailor [Ab] who dies full [Am] of beer, full of cries, [Em] on a
shrucken town fight.
_ _ _ In [F] the port of Amsterdam, _ there's [Em] a sailor who's born [Dm] on a hot [E] muggy morn by [F] the dawn's [G] early [Am] _ light. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [E] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ In [Am] the port of Amsterdam, where [Em] the sailors all meet, [F] there's a sailor who [C] eats [E] only fish
and jets and tails, [Am] and he'll show you his teeth [Em] that have rotted too soon, that can
[Dm] [E] harl up the sails, that [Am] can swallow the moon.
And [C] he yells to a cook with [G] his arms open [Ab] wide, [Am] bring me more fish, [Em] throw them down
by my side.
[F] And he wants to have this bitch, [E] but it's too far to try, [Dm] so he stands [E] up and laughs
[Am] as he slips up his fly.
In the port of Amsterdam, where [Em] the sailors all dance, [F] bricks bursting the pans, [E] grinding
women to forge, [Am] they've forgotten the tune.
[Em] Their whiskey voice groped [Dm] while splitting [E] the night [Am] with the roar of their jokes.
[C] And they turn and they [G] dance, they laugh [E] and they lust [Am] to the rancid sound [Em] of the accordion
burst [F] and went out of the night [E] with their pride in their pants [Dm] and the sluts [E] that they
fuck [Am] underneath the street lamp.
In the port of Amsterdam, [Em] there's a sailor who drinks, [F] and he drinks and he drinks [E] and
he drinks once again.
[Am] He drinks to the whores, [Em] the whores of Amsterdam, [Dm] who've given [E] their bodies [Am] to a thousand other men.
[C] They bargain their virtues, [G] but goodness, [Ab] oh, God, [Am] for a few dirty coins, [Em] they just
can't go on. _
Holds [F] his head to the sky, _ [C]
to [Em] that God up above, _ _ and [Dm] he pisses like I [E]
cry on the [Am] _ _ _ unfaithful love.
_ _ In the port [E] [Am] of Amsterdam, _ _ there's [E] a [Em] sailor who sings _ [F] of the dreams that he brings _ [C] [E] from
the wide open _ seas.
In the [Am] port of Amsterdam, _ there's [E] a [Em] sailor who _ dies, [C] full [Dm] of beer, full [E] of cries, on
[F] a drunken [G] town [Am] fight. _ _ _