from Mike Hiltonwood - i951612@redgum.bendigo.latrobe.edu.au

            
I left my hear

             
t to the sappe

              
rs 'round Khe 


Sahn
            
& I sold my so

             
ul and ciggare

            
ttes to the bl

ack market man
            
I've had the V

             
ietnam Cold Tu

              
rkey from the 

             
ocean to the S

      
ilver City
            
but thats    o

           (
nly other Vets

        
 could underst

and


            
'bout a long f

             
orgotten dock-

           
side guarantee
            
there were no 

             
D-day heroes i

  
n 1973
            
and how we sai

              
led into Sydne

  
y Harbour,
             
I saw an old f

              
riend but I co

       
uldn't kiss he

r
            
she was loud a

             
nd I was home 

             
to the lucky l

and


( 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


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

Intro
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Verse
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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.
            
'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


Lyrics
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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
   From a jaded Chinese princess,
   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.