Khe Sahn - Cold Chisel 1978


            
I left my hear

             
t to the sappe

             
rs round Khe S

anh
            
And my soul wa

              
s sold with my

             
 cigarettes to

          
 the blackmark

et 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


            
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 I coul

   
dn't kiss her
             
She was lined,

              
 and I was hom

              
e to the lucky

 
 land


            
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


            
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
             
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 more fo

r 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


             
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
             
And the last p

              
lane out of Sy

              
dney's almost 


gone  

Last Verse x2

I'm not sure how it actually finishes. I finish with a C but I don't think it's right.