Cold Chisel - Khe sahn

I ^Amleft my heart to the ^Fsappers round Khe ^CSanh And my ^Amsoul was sold with my ^Fcigarettes to the^G blackmarket man I've had the ^AmVietnam cold ^Fturkey From the ^Cocean to the Silver ^AmCity And it's ^Fonly other vets could under^Gstand

About the ^Amlong forgotten ^Fdockside guaran^Ctees How there were ^Amno V-day ^Fheroes in ^G1973 How we ^Amsailed into Sydney ^FHarbour Saw an ^Cold friend but I couldn'^Amt kiss her She was ^Flined, and I was home to the lucky ^Gland

And she was ^Amlike so many ^Fmore from that time ^Con Their ^Amlives were all so ^Fempty, till they ^Gfound their chosen one And their ^Amlegs were often ^Fopen But their ^Cminds were always ^Amclosed And their ^Fhearts were held in fast suburban ^Gchains

And the ^Amlegal pads were ^Fyellow, hours ^Clong, paypacket lean And the ^Amtelex writers ^Fclattered where the ^Ggunships once had been But the ^Amcar parks made me ^Fjumpy And ^CI never stopped the ^Amdreams Or the ^Fgrowing need for speed and nova^Gcaine

So I ^Amworked across the ^Fcountry from end to ^Cend Tried to ^Amfind a place to ^Fsettle down, where my ^Gmixed up life could mend Held a ^Amjob on an ^Foil-rig Flying ^Cchoppers when I ^Amcould But the ^Fnightlife nearly drove me round the ^Gbend

And I've ^Amtravelled round the ^Fworld from year to ^Cyear And ^Ameach one found me ^Faimless, one more ^Gyear the more for wear And I've been ^Amback to South East ^FAsia But the ^Canswer sure ain't ^Amthere But I'm ^Fdrifting north, to check things out ^Gagain

You know the ^Amlast plane out of ^FSydney's almost ^Cgone Only ^Amseven flying ^Fhours, and I'll be ^Glanding in Hong Kong There ain't ^Amnothing like the ^Fkisses From a ^Cjaded Chinese ^Amprincess I'm gonna ^Fhit some Hong Kong mattress all night ^Glong

Well the ^Amlast plane out of ^FSydney's almost ^Cgone Yeah the ^Amlast plane out of ^FSydney's almost ^Ggone And it's ^Amreally got me ^Fworried I'm goin' ^Cnowhere and I'm in a ^Amhurry And the ^Flast plane out of Sydney's almost ^Ggone