Amsterdam, old Amsterdam

How I love you Amsterdam

When I get there I'm gonna kiss the ground

Let you stand on Amsterdam.



I left my home and I left my friends

Said I'll be back but I don't know when

Set my sail to the restless wind

So long old Amsterdam.



I picked plums up in Yakimo

And I picked pearles down in Arkansas

Even learned how to say you all

But I still miss Amsterdam

Amsterdam, old Amsterdam.



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I did my thing in Tokyo

Tried my luck in Kokomo

Searched for bill in Buffalo

But I still miss Amsterdam.



I picked peaches in a Georgia town

And I picked cotton down in Birmingham

At the day I'll get out of Alabam

I'm goin' back to Amsterdam.

Amsterdam, old Amsterdam.

Amsterdam, old Amsterdam...