Cold Chisel – Khe Sanh Ukulele Chords

I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh And my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the black market manI’ve had the Vietnam cold turkey from the ocean to the silver cityAnd it’s only other vets could understand

About the long forgotten dockside guarantee How there were no V-day heroes in 1973How we sailed into Sydney Harbour saw an old friend but couldn’t kiss herShe was lined and I was home to the lucky land

And she was like so many more from that time onTheir lives were all so empty till they’d found their chosen oneAnd their legs were often open but their minds were always closedAnd their hearts were held in fast suburban chains

And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, paypacket leanAnd the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had beenBut the car parks made me jumpy and I never stopped the dreamsOr the growing need for speed and novocaine

So I worked across the country end to endTried to find a place to settle down where my mixed up life could mendHeld a job on an oil rig flying choppers when I couldBut the nightlife nearly drove me ‘round the bend

And I’ve travelled ‘round the world from year to yearAnd each one’s found me aimless one more year the worse for wearAnd I’ve been back to South East Asia and the answer sure ain’t thereBut I’m drifting north to check things out again

You know the last plane out of Sydney’s almost goneOnly seven flying hours and I’ll be landing in Hong KongThere ain’t nothing like the kisses from a jaded Chinese princessI’m gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long

Well the last plane out of Sydney’s almost goneYou know the last plane out of Sydney’s almost goneAnd It’s really got me worried I’m going no where and I’m in a hurryAnd the last plane out of Sydney’s almost gone

You know the last plane out of Sydney’s almost goneYou know the last plane out of Sydney’s almost goneAnd it’s really got me worried I’m going no where and I’m in a hurryAnd the last plane out of Sydney’s almost gone.