Khe Sanh (Piano Only)

I[Em] left my heart to the sa[C]ppers 'round Khe Sah[G]n

&[Em] I sold my soul and ci[C]ggarettes to the bla[D]ck market man

I[Em]'ve had the Vietnam Co[C]ld Turkey from the oce[G]an to the Silver City[C]

 [Am]
 [F] (
 [Fm7]?)
b[D]ut thats    only other Vets could understand

'[Em]bout a long forgotten do[C]ck-side guarantee[G]

t[Em]here were no D-day he[C]roes in 197[D]3

a[Em]nd how we sailed into Sydney Ha[C]rbour,

I[G] saw an old friend but I co[C]uldn't kiss her

s[Am]he was loud and [F]I was home to the l[D]ucky 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

          Chords



          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 ---------|

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

  [Em]                     [C]                      [G]
  [G/f#]
I [G]Left [D]my heart to the sappers round, Khe Sahn.

An[Em]d my soul was sold with [C]my cigarettes, to th[D]e black market man.

I'[Em]ve had the Viet[C]nam cold turkey, fr[G]om the ocean to the si[C]lver city

An[Am]d it's only o[F]ther vets could un[D]derstand.

  [Em]               [C]                [G]
  [G/f#]
'B[G]out t[D]he long forgotten dockside guarantees,

Ho[Em]w there wer[C]e no V-day h[D]eroes in nineteen seventy-three;

Ho[Em]w we sailed into Sydn[C]ey Harbour, saw an[G] old friend but I couldn't k[C]iss her.

Sh[Am]e was lined, and I [D]was home to the lucky[G] land [C]       [G]            [D]

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