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Em C G C G D
I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh
Em C D F
And my soul was sold with my cigaretts 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
An' it's only other Vets could understand
Em C G C G D
About the long forgotten dock side guarentee
Em C D F
An' there were no d day heros in 1973
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
THIS PATTERN IS REPEATED THROUGH THE SONG.
SOME BITS ARE STILL WRONG BUT THIS IS AS CLOSE AS I CAN GET IT.
Rest Of the Lyrics
And she was like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty, till they'd found their chosen one
And their legs were often open but their minds were always closed
And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains
And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, paypackets lean
And the telex writers clattered were the gunships once had been
But the carparks made me jumpy
And it never stopped the dreams
or the growing need for speed and novacaine
So I worked across the country 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
And I've travelled round the world from year to year
And each one's found me aimless, one more year the more for wear
And i've been back to South East Asia and the answer sure aint there
But I'm drifting North to check things ouit again
You know the next plane out of Sydney's almost gone,
Only seven flying hour and i'll be landing in Hong Kong
There aint nothin like the kisses from a jaded Chinese Princess
I'm gonna hit some Hong Kong matress al night long
Well know the next plane out of Sydney's almost gone
Yeah the next plane out of Sydney's almost gone
and it's really got me worried
I'm goin nowhere and I'm in a hurry
And the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
Ending - F D C D G
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