KHE SANH - COLD CHISEL

[Intro]

Play the NOTES ,,,. Then the CHORDS:         then straight into the verse

[Verse 1]
            
I left my hear

             
t to the sappe

              
rs round Khe S

   
anh
            
And my soul wa

              
s sold with my

             
 cigarettes to

           
 the Black mar

      
ket man
             
I've had the V

            
ietnam cold tu

      
rkey, 
             
from the ocean

              
 to the silver

 
 city
            
And it's only 

             
other vets wou

           
ld understand


            
About the long

             
 forgotten doc

             
kside guarante

  
es
              
How there were

           
 no V-day hero

         
es in 1973
            
How we sailed 

            
into Sydney ha

rbour,
             
Saw an old fri

              
end but couldn

   
't kiss her
            
She was lined,

             
 and I was hom

              
e to the lucky

    
 land

[Verse 2]
            
And she was li

             
ke so many mor

              
e from that ti

    
me on
            
Their lives we

             
re all so empt

              
y, till they f

           
ound their cho

     
sen one
            
And their legs

             
 were often op

en
             
But their mind

              
s were always 


closed
            
And their hear

              
ts were held i

             
n fast suburba

     
n chains

            
And the legal 

             
pads were yell

             
ow, hours long

  
, paypacket le

an
            
And the telex 

             
writers clatte

              
red where the 

    
gunships once 

had been
            
But the car pa

            
rks made me ju

mpy
             
And I never st

           
opped the drea

ms
            
Or the growing

             
 need for spee

            
d and novacain

  
e

[Verse 3]
            
So I worked ac

             
ross the count

               
ry 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
             
Flying chopper

          
s when I could
            
But the nightl

             
ife nearly dro

              
ve me round th

     
e bend
            
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
             
But the answer

            
 sure ain't th

ere
            
But I'm drifti

             
ng north, to c

              
heck things ou

      
t again

Synth Solo CHORDS
         
         
       
       

[Verse 4]
             
You know the l

             
ast plane out 

             
of Sydney's al

        
most gone
            
Only seven fly

             
ing hours, and

             
 I'll be landi

          
ng in Hong Kon

  
g
            
There ain't no

              
thing like the

 
 kisses
             
From a jaded C

       
hinese princes

s
            
I'm gonna hit 

             
some Hong Kong

             
 mattress all 

         
night long

            
Well the last 

             
plane out of S

              
ydney's almost

    
 gone
            
Yeah the last 

             
plane out of S

              
ydney's almost

    
 gone
            
And it's reall

         
y got me worri

ed
             
I'm goin' nowh

            
ere and I'm in

 a hurry
             
You know the l

             
ast plane out 

             
of Sydney's al

                 
most gone