Khe Sahn - Cold Chisel 1978


  Am                   F                 C
I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh
       Am                    F                G      
And my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the blackmarket man
             Am           F
I've had the Vietnam cold turkey
         C                   Am
From the ocean to the Silver City
         F                          G  
And it's only other vets could understand


          Am             F              C
About the long forgotten dockside guarantees
               Am       F         G
How there were no V-day heroes in 1973
       Am                 F
How we sailed into Sydney Harbour
       C                       Am
Saw an old friend but I couldn't kiss her
        F                                  G
She was lined, and I was home to the lucky land


            Am           F                   C
And she was like so many more from that time on
      Am                F                G
Their lives were all so empty, till they found their chosen one
          Am              F
And their legs were often open
          C                 Am
But their minds were always closed
          F                                 G
And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains


        Am              F             C
And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, paypacket lean
        Am            F                   G
And the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had been
        Am                F
But the car parks made me jumpy
    C                   Am
And I never stopped the dreams
       F                              G
Or the growing need for speed and novacaine


     Am                F                   C
So I worked across the country from end to end
         Am              F                     G    
Tried to find a place to settle down, where my mixed up life could mend
       Am        F
Held a job on an oil-rig
       C               Am
Flying choppers when I could
        F                                   G
But the nightlife nearly drove me round the bend


         Am                  F                  C
And I've travelled round the world from year to year
    Am                F                 G
And each one found me aimless, one more year the more for wear
              Am                 F
And I've been back to South East Asia
        C                 Am
But the answer sure ain't there
        F                                   G
But I'm drifting north, to check things out again


             Am                F               C
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
     Am           F                  G
Only seven flying hours, and I'll be landing in Hong Kong
            Am               F
There ain't nothing like the kisses
       C             Am
From a jaded Chinese princess
          F                                     G
I'm gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long


         Am                F               C
Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
         Am                F               G
Yeah the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
         Am            F
And it's really got me worried
          C                    Am
I'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry
        F                                 G
And the last plane out of Sydney'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.