Accords et paroles Amsterdam David Bowie

Amsterdam

David Bowie

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 In the port of Amsterdam
 There's a sailor who sings
 Of the dreams that he brings
 From the wide open sea
 In the port of Amsterdam
 There's a sailor who sleeps
 While the river bank weeps    
 To the old willow tree
 In the port of Amsterdam
 There's a sailor who dies   
 Full of beer full of cries
 In a drunken town fight
 In the port of Amsterdam
 There's a sailor who's born
 On a hot muggy morn
 By the dawn's early light
 In the port of Amsterdam
 Where the sailors all meet
 There's a sailor who eats
 Only fish heads and tails
 And he'll show you his teeth
 That have rotted too soon
 That can haul up the sails
 That can swallow the moon
 And he yells to the cook
 With his arms open wide
 "Hey bring me more fish
 Throw it down by my side"
 And he wants so to belch
 But he's too full to try
 So he stands up and laughs
 And he zips up his fly
 In the port of Amsterdam
 You can see sailors dance
 Paunches bursting their pants
 Grinding women to porch
 They've forgotten the tune
 That their whiskey voice croaked
 Splitting the night
 With the roar of their jokes
 And they turn and they dance
 And they laugh and they lust
 Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts
 And then out of the night
 With their pride in their pants
 And the sluts that they tow
 Underneath the street lamps
 In the port of Amsterdam
 There's a sailor who drinks
 And he drinks and he drinks
 And he drinks once again
 He'll drink to the health
 Of the whores of Amsterdam
 Who've given their bodies
 To a thousand other men
 Yeah they've bargained their virtue
 Their goodness all gone
 For a few dirty coins
 Well he just can't go on
 Throws his nose to the sky
 And he aims it up above
 And he pisses like I cry
 On the unfaithful love
 In the port of Amsterdam
 In the port of Amsterdam
              

Amsterdam

David Bowie

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