Cold Chisel - Khe Sanh Guitar Chords

Cold Chisel

australian pop, australian rock

Song versions: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Chords: G, D, Em, C, Bm, Am, G/F#, F
G    320003
D    xx0232
Em   0220xx
C    x32010
Bm   x24432
Am   xx2210
G/F# 200003

 [Riff 1]      [Riff 2]
e|---------|  e|---------|
B|---------|  B|---------|
G|-----0-2-|  G|-2h4p2---|
D|-0-2-----|  D|---------|
A|---------|  A|---------|
E|---------|  E|---------|

       G   D        Em  D   C   Bm  Am  D
[Riff 1] / / / [Riff 2] / / / / / / / / / / / /

  Em                   C                    G  G/F#  G  D
I Left my heart to the sappers round, Khe Sahn.
       Em                    C                 D
And my soul was sold with my cigarettes, to the black market man.
             Em           C                G                   C
I've had the Vietnam cold turkey, from the ocean to the silver city
         Am         F               D
And it's only other vets could understand.
          Em             C              G  G/F#  G  D
'Bout the long forgotten dockside guarantees,
               Em       C         D
How there were no V-day heroes in nineteen seventy-three
       Em                 C               G                         C
How we sailed into Sydney Harbour, saw an old friend but I couldn't kiss her.
        Am               D                  G   C   G  D
She was lined, and I was home to the lucky land

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.

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