Amsterdam John Denver
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In the port of Amsterdam, theG
re's a sailor who singsof the
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dreams that he brings from the E
wide open seas.In the
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port of Amsterdam, there's a G
sailor who sleepswhile the
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riverbank E
weeps through the a
old willow trees.In the
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port of Amsterdam, there's a G
sailor who diesfull of
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beer, full of cries in a E
drunken down fight.In the
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port of Amsterdam, there a e
sailor who's bornon a
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muggy hot E
morn, by the a
dawn's early light.In the
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port of Amsterdam, where the G
sailors all meet,there's a
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sailor who eats only E
fish heads and tails.He will
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show you his teeth that have G
rotted too soonthat can
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swallow the E
moon, that can a
haul up the sail.And he
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yells to the cook with his G
arms open wide,a
bring me more fish, put it E
down by my side.And he
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wants so to belch, but he's e
too full to tryso he
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gets up and he E
laughs, and he a
zips up his fly.In the
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port of Amsterdam, you can G
see sailors dance,haunches
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bursting their pants, grinding E
women to paunch.They've for
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gotten the tune that their G
whisky voice croaked,and they're
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spitting the E
night with the a
roar of their jokes.And they
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turn and they dance, and they G
laugh and they lustto the
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rancid sound of the acE
cordion's burst.then it's
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out into the night with their e
pride in their pantsand a
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slut that they E
tow undera
neath the street lamps.In the
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port of Amsterdam, there's a G
sailor who drinks.and he
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drinks, and he drinks, and he E
drinks once again.He
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drinks to the health of the G
whores of Amsterdamwho have
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promised their E
love to a a
thousand other men.And they
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bargain their bodies and their G
virtue, long gone,for a
a
few dirty coins, and when E
he can't go on,he plants his
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nose in the sky and we e
wipes it up abovethen he
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splits like I E
cry for an a
unfaithful love,in the
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port of Amsterdam, in the a
port of Amsterdam, in the e
port of Amsterdam.