The Navys In Dock

verse 1 Em "Watch for the sailor," say frightened old ladies Am He's terrorizing the town D Handsome and sprightly though he's nearly ninety Em He's never slowing down The language he'll use when he's been on the booze Am D The stories he'd tell, well, they'd never choose to listen Em But sometimes they glance at their husbands and sigh D C D Em C D Em C D For an old salt sea-dog who winks and gives them the eye verse 2 Em When we were in dock C D Em C D We'd flock where the whores go in Rotterdam Em In old navy blue C D Em C D We'd drink to a new love with every dram C D And the blousy hostesses in short frilly dresses B7 Em The young and old___ Am D They'd seen it before, in peace and in war Em They'd been bought and sold Am And the bars never close D G D Em Till they've taken your money for rotgut booze C And your head hits the ground D G D Em And the world's spinning round in a game you lose Am And you cry out the pain D G D Em But you shell out again for another glass F#7 And you pray that the morning will come B B7 And the ache in your head will pass Em C D X4 verse 3 Em The ladies display C D Em C D Every day in the windows of Amsterdam Em Whatever your dream C D Em C D You're the cat with the cream when the shutters slam C D And the guilt that you feel when you find it's not real B7 Em Is an old, old friend Am D And you say, "Not again, well maybe, now and then" Em Will it never end? [Refrão] Am And the bars never close D G D Em Till they've taken your money for rotgut booze C And your head hits the ground D G D Em And the world's spinning round in a game you lose Am And you cry out the pain D G D Em But you shell out again for another glass F#7 And you pray that the morning will come B B7 And the ache in your head will pass Em C D (X4) verse 4 Em C My salt sailor days are a haze D Em C D There's a red light to show the way Em When you're battered and bruised C D Em C D You forget who abused you, that's yesterday C D Here on the land with a glass in my hand B7 Em If a wish were mine Am D I'd be back on a ship and I'd take me a trip Em To the good old time [Refrão] Am Where the bars never close D G D Em Till they've taken your money for rotgut booze C And your head hits the ground D G D Em And the world's spinning round in a game you lose Am And you cry out the pain D G D Em But you shell out again for another glass F#7 And you pray that the morning will come B B7 And the ache in your head will pass Em For when we were in dock C D Em We'd flock where the whores go in Rotterdam, in Rotterdam, in Rotterdam