Alternate pattern 2 x2, main pattern x2 on the first two verses and instrumental.


Transcribed by Dean Povey (dean@psy.uq.edu.au)

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Riff 1        
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D|-0-2-----|  
A|---------|  
E|---------|  

    Riff 2
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    B|--------
    G|-2h4p2-0
    D|--------
    A|--------
    E|--------

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[Intro]
          
Riff 1 / / / R

#          
iff 2 / / / / 

      
/ / / / / / / 

/


[Verse 1]
            
I left my hear

             
t to the sappe

              
rs round, Khe 

        
Sahn.
            
And my soul wa

              
s sold with my

             
 cigarettes, t

     
o the black ma

rket man.
             
I've had the V

            
ietnam cold tu

              
rkey, from the

             
 ocean to the 

       
silver city
            
And it's only 

             
other vets cou

        
ld understand.


[Verse 2]
            
'Bout the long

             
 forgotten doc

             
kside guarante

     
es,
              
How there were

           
 no V-day hero

      
es in nineteen

 seventy-three

;
            
How we sailed 

             
into Sydney Ha

              
rbour, saw an 

             
old friend but

            
 I couldn't ki

ss her.
            
She was lined,

             
 and I was hom

              
e to the lucky

          
 land


[Verse 3]
            
She was like s

             
o many more fr

             
om that time o

      
n
            
Their lives we

             
re all so empt

              
y, till they'd

 
 found their c

hosen one,
            
And their legs

             
 were often op

              
en, but their 

             
minds were alw

   
ays closed,
            
And their hear

              
ts were held i

             
n fast suburba

  
n chains


[Verse 4]
            
And the legal 

             
pads were yell

             
ow, hours long

       
 paypackets le

an,
            
And the telex 

             
writers clatte

              
red where the 


gunships once 

had been;
            
But the carpar

             
ks made me jum

             
py, and I neve

              
r stopped the 


dreams,
            
Or the growing

             
 need for spee

             
d and novacain

     
e


[Verse 5]
            
So I worked ac

             
ross the count

              
ry from end to

       
 end
            
Tried to find 

             
a place to set

              
tle down, wher

     
e my mixed up 

life could men

d,
            
Held a job on 

             
an oil-rig, fl

             
ying choppers 

       
when I could,
            
But the nightl

             
ife nearly dro

              
ve me round th

  
e bend.


[Verse 6]
            
And I've trave

              
lled round the

             
 world from ye

            
ar to year,
            
And each one f

             
ound me aimles

            
s, one more ye

ar the worse f

or wear,
            
And I've been 

              
back to South 

             
East Asia, and

             
 the answer su

         
re ain't there

,
            
But I'm drifti

             
ng north, to c

              
heck things ou

           
t again.


[Instrumental]
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[Verse 7]
            
Well the last 

             
plane of Sydne

             
y's almost gon

    
e.
            
And only seven

             
 flying hours,

             
 and I'll be l

anding in Hong

 Kong.
            
And there ain'

              
t nothin' like

             
 the kisses fr

             
om a jaded Chi

     
nese princess,
            
I'm gonna hit 

              
some Hong Kong

             
 mattress all 

      
night long


[Verse 8]
            
Well the last 

             
plane out of S

              
ydney's almost

       
 gone.
             
You know the l

             
ast plane out 

             
of Sydney's al

     
most gone.
            
And it's reall

             
y got me worri

              
ed, I'm going 

             
nowhere and I'

       
m in a hurry.
             
You know the l

             
ast plane out 

             
of Sydney's al

           
most gone.


[Verse 9]
            
Well the last 

             
plane out of S

              
ydney's almost

       
 gone.
             
You know the l

             
ast plane out 

             
of Sydney's al

     
most gone.
            
And it's reall

             
y got me worri

              
ed, I'm going 

             
nowhere and I'

       
m in a hurry.
             
You know the l

             
ast plane out 

             
of Sydney's al

                 
most gone.


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