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. 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...