From: Waylon Smithers 
Subject: Cold Chisel - "Khe Sahn"
Date: Mon, 21 Aug 1995 17:10:20 +1000 (EST)

Cold Chisel

"Khe Sahn"


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



- the great Australian pub "do ya know how to play..." song



Em                     C                  G
I left my heart to the sappers 'round Khe Sahn
Em                   C                  D
& I sold my soul and ciggarettes 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 (FM7?)        D
but thats    only other Vets could understand


Em                     C               G
'bout a long forgotten dock-side guarantee
Em                  C         D
there were no D-day heroes in 1973
Em                            C
and how we sailed into Sydney Harbour,
         G                         C
I saw an old friend but I couldn't kiss her
        Am             F                 D
she was loud and I was home to the lucky land


( 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



Date: Wed, 14 May 97 18:11:22 +1000
From: Dean Povey 

                             Khe Sanh - Cold Chisel
                             ======================
                 Transcribed by Dean Povey (dean@psy.uq.edu.au)

          Chords
          ------
          G    320003     D    xx0232     Em   0220xx     C    x32010
          Bm   x24432     Am   xx2210     G/F# 200003


          Notation
          --------
          h - Hammer on
          p - Pull off

          Riffs
          -----
          Riff 1              Riff 2
          e ---------         e ---------
          b ---------         b ---------
          g -----0-2-         g -2h4p2---
          d -0-2-----         d ---------

Intro
-----
       G   D        Em  D   C   Bm  Am  D
Riff 1 / / / Riff 2 / / / / / / / / / / / /


Verse
-----
  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


Lyrics
------
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.