- the great Australian pub "do ya know how to play..." song
I left my heart to the sappers 'round Khe Sahn
& I sold my soul and ciggarettes to the black market man
I've had the Vietnam Cold Turkey from the ocean to the Silver City (M7?) but thats only other Vets could understand
'bout a long forgotten dock-side guarantee
there were no D-day heroes in 1973
and how we sailed into Sydney Harbour,
I saw an old friend but I couldn't kiss her
she was loud and I was home to the lucky land
( same chords )
She was like so many more from that time on their lives were all so empty 'til they found their chosen one Although their legs were often open, their minds were always closed and their hearts were held in fast suburban chains
Now the last train out of Sydneys almost gone.....etc
Khe Sanh - Cold Chisel
Chords ------ G 320003 D xx0232 Em 0220xx C x32010 Bm x24432 Am xx2210 G/F# 200003
Notation -------- h - Hammer on p - Pull off
Riffs ----- Riff 1 Riff 2 e --------- e --------- b --------- b --------- g -----0-2- g -2h4p2--- d -0-2----- d ---------
Intro -----
Riff 1 / / / Riff 2 / / / / / / / / / / / /
Verse -----
I Left my heart to the sappers round, Khe Sahn.
And my soul was sold with my cigarettes, to the black market man.
I've had the Vietnam cold turkey, from the ocean to the silver city
And it's only other vets could understand.
'Bout the long forgotten dockside guarantees,
How there were no V-day heroes in nineteen seventy-three;
How we sailed into Sydney Harbour, saw an old friend but I couldn't kiss her.
She was lined, and I was home to the lucky land
Lyrics ------ 1. She was like so many more from that time on Their lives were all so empty, till they'd found there chosen one, And their legs were often open, But their minds were always closed, And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains
2. And the legal pads were yellow, Hours long paypackets lean, And the telex writers clattered Where the gunships once had been; But the carparks made me jumpy, And I never stopped the dreams, Or the growing need for speed and novacaine
3. So I worked across the country from end to end Tried to find a place to settle down, Where my mixed up life could mend, Held a job on an oil-rig, Flying choppers when I could, But the nightlife nearly drove me round the bend.
4. And I've travelled round the world from year to year, And each one found me aimless One more year the worse for wear, And I've been back to South East Asia, And the answer sure ain't there, But I'm drifting north, To check things out again.
5. Well the last plane of Sydney's almost gone. And only seven flying hours, And I'll be landing in Hong Kong. And there ain't nothin' like the kisses I'm gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long
6. Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone. You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone. And it's really got me worried, I'm going nowhere and I'm in a hurry. You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone.
