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Amsterdam John Denver

a In the port of Amsterdam, theGre's a sailor who sings
of the Fdreams that he brings from the Ewide open seas.
In the a port of Amsterdam, there's a Gsailor who sleeps
while the Friverbank Eweeps through the a old willow trees.
In the Cport of Amsterdam, there's a Gsailor who dies
full of a beer, full of cries in a Edrunken down fight.
In the Fport of Amsterdam, there a e sailor who's born
on a Fmuggy hot Emorn, by the a dawn's early light.

In the a port of Amsterdam, where the Gsailors all meet,
there's a Fsailor who eats only Efish heads and tails.
He will a show you his teeth that have Grotted too soon
that can Fswallow the Emoon, that can a haul up the sail.
And he Cyells to the cook with his Garms open wide,
a bring me more fish, put it Edown by my side.
And he Fwants so to belch, but he's e too full to try
so he Fgets up and he Elaughs, and he a zips up his fly.

In the a port of Amsterdam, you can Gsee sailors dance,
haunches Fbursting their pants, grinding Ewomen to paunch.
They've fora gotten the tune that their Gwhisky voice croaked,
and they're Fspitting the Enight with the a roar of their jokes.
And they Cturn and they dance, and they Glaugh and they lust
to the a rancid sound of the acEcordion's burst.
then it's Fout into the night with their e pride in their pants
and a Fslut that they Etow undera neath the street lamps.

In the a port of Amsterdam, there's a Gsailor who drinks.
and he Fdrinks, and he drinks, and he Edrinks once again.
He a drinks to the health of the Gwhores of Amsterdam
who have Fpromised their Elove to a a thousand other men.
And they Cbargain their bodies and their Gvirtue, long gone,
for a a few dirty coins, and when Ehe can't go on,
he plants his Fnose in the sky and we e wipes it up above
then he Fsplits like I Ecry for an a unfaithful love,
in the e port of Amsterdam, in the a port of Amsterdam, in the e port of Amsterdam.

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