KHE SAHN
COLD CHISEL
WRITTEN BY DON WALKER
GM0339
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I LEFT MY HEART TO THE SAPPERS 'ROUND KHE SAHN,
AND MY SOUL WAS SOLD WITH MY CIGARETTES,
TO THE BLACK MARKET MAN.
I'VE HAD THE VIETNAM COLD TURKEY,				
FROM THE OCEAN TO THE SILVER CITY,
AND IT'S ONLY OTHER VETS COULD UNDERSTAND.
'BOUT THE LONG FORGOTTEN DOCKSIDE GUARANTEES.
HOW THERE WERE NO V-DAY HEROES, IN 1973.
HOW WE SAILED INTO SYDNEY HARBOR,				
SAW AND OLD FRIEND BUT I COULDN'T KISS HER,
SHE WAS LINED AND I WAS HOME TO THE LUCKY 	LAND.
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SHE WAS LIKE SO MANY MORE FROM THAT TIME ON.
THEIR LIVES WERE ALL SO EMPTY,
'TIL 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.
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AND THE LEGAL PADS WERE YELLOW,
HOURS LONG, PAY-PACKETS LEAN.
AND THE TELEX WRITERS CLATTERED,
WHERE THE GUNSHIPS ONCE HAD BEEN.
BUT THE CAR PARKS MADE ME JUMPY,
AND I NEVER STOPPED THE DREAMS,
OR THE GROWING NEED FOR SPEED AND NOVOCAINE.
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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.
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AND I'VE TRAVELED '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.
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WELL THE LAST PLANE OUT 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.
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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.       
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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