Amsterdam

Written by: 
J. Martyn
1 Sep 1981

The night the kid left Amsterdam
The night the kid left Amsterdam
The night the kid left Amsterdam
The night the kid left Amsterdam

The night the kid left Amsterdam
The night the kid left Amsterdam
The night the kid left Amsterdam
The night the kid left Amsterdam

The night the kid left Amsterdam
The night the kid left Amsterdam
The night the kid left Amsterdam
The night the kid left Amsterdam

There was ladies around the casket.
There was hustling on the bed.
There was summer and silks and satins.
There were so many masquerades.
There were so many coloured lights
And there were two little children there too.
The wind had changed all concerned
And left us violet blue.

The night the kid left Amsterdam,
There was nobody who could understand why.
The night the kid left Amsterdam,
There was nobody who could understand why.

Sweet sailor, sail through;
Stay safe, always true.
Sweet sailor, stay clear;
There's nothing but trouble 'round here.

The night the kid left Amsterdam
The night the kid left Amsterdam
The night the kid left Amsterdam
The night the kid left Amsterdam

There was Jack the rainman.
There was little bitty long hair queue.
By all the hustled and poised
I just admire it of you.
Swear I was crying;
And I know that you would have been too.
The wind had changed everyone concerned
Just to let this body go through.

The night the kid left Amsterdam,
There was nobody who could understand why.
The night the kid left Amsterdam,
There was nobody who could understand why.

Sweet sailor, sail through;
Stay safe, always true.
Sweet sailor, stay clear;
Nothing but trouble 'round here.

{The night the kid left Amsterdam
The night the kid left Amsterdam}

The last time that I saw him,
He was a freaking fresh feeling fine.
If I would have known that the boy was drowning,
I would have thrown that kid a line.
You never made me look around the city no more like I did before;
All that love and wisdom, just scattered across the floor.

The night the kid left Amsterdam,
The night the kid left Amsterdam,
There was nobody who could understand why.
The night the kid left Amsterdam.

Nobody could understand why,
The night the kid left Amsterdam.
The night the kid left Amsterdam...

muffnote:
Best possible transcription from the grunts and roars on the record and a bootleg tape.

First release: 

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