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Khe Sanh (Piano Only)

Cold Chisel
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
I  left my heart to the sappers  round Khe Sanh
 And i sold  my soul with my cigaretts  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
 About the long  forgotten dockside  guarentees
 How there were no  V-day  heroes  in nineteen  seventy  three
 How we sailed  into Sydney Harbour
  saw an old  friend but I couldn't kiss  her
 She was lined,  and I was home  to the lucky land
 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 car  parks 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 worse  for wear
 And i've  been back  to South East Asia
 but the answer  sure aint there
 But I'm drifting  North to check  things ouit again
 this fills the next bit:
 You know the last  plane out of Sydney's  almost gone
 Only seven  flying hours  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  all night long
 Well know 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 goin nowhere  and I'm in a hurry
 And the last  plane out of Sydney's  almost gone
 Well  know 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 goin nowhere  and I'm in a hurry
 And the last  plane out of Sydney's  almost gone
 This also sounds great just on piano, top song.
  - Sam Mather

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Readable chord sheet for Khe Sanh (Piano Only) by Cold Chisel

[Ab] [Eb/G] [Fm] [Eb] [C#] [Ab] [C] [Bbm] [Eb]

[Fm]I left my heart to the [C#]sappers round Khe S[Ab]anh[Absus4]       [Ab]          [Eb/G]
And i s[Fm]old my soul with my ciga[C#]retts to the blac[Eb]k ma[Fm]rke[Eb]t ma[Eb]n
[Edim]I've had the [Fm]Vietnam cold tur[C#]key
from the o[Ab]cean to the silver ci[C#]ty
And it's o[Bbm]nly other V[F#]ets could unders[Eb]tand  [Fm]      [Eb/G]            [Eb]

About the lon[Fm]g forgotten doc[C#]kside guarente[Ab]es  [Absus4]          [Ab]              [Eb/G]
How there were [Fm]no V-d[Eb]ay h[C#]eroes in nine[Eb/G]teen se[Fm]venty t[Eb]hree
How we sa[Fm]iled into Sydney Har[C#]bour
 saw an o[Ab]ld friend but I couldn't k[C#]iss her
She was lined[Bbm], and I was h[Eb]ome to the lucky la[Ab]nd  [C#]      [Ab]         [Eb/G]

And she was li[Fm]ke so many m[C#]ore from that time [Ab]on  [Absus4]          [Ab]              [Eb/G]
Their li[Fm]ves were all [Eb]so e[C#]mpty, till they'd f[Eb]ound their [Fm]cho[Bb]sen [Eb]one [Edim]
And their le[Fm]gs were often op[C#]en
but their m[Ab]inds were always cl[C#]osed
And their he[Bbm]arts were held in f[F#]ast suburban cha[Eb]ins [Fm]    [Bb]        [Eb]           [Edim]

And the l[Fm]egal pads were ye[C#]llow, hours l[Ab]ong, payp[Absus4]ackets l[Ab]ean  [Eb/G]
And the t[Fm]elex writers clat[C#]tered were the gun[Eb]ships [Fm]onc[Bb]e had b[Eb]een  [Edim]
But the c[Fm]ar parks made me j[C#]umpy
And it n[Ab]ever stopped the dr[C#]eams
or the gr[Bbm]owing need for sp[Eb]eed and novac[Ab]aine   [C#]       [Ab]

So I w[Fm]orked across the co[C#]untry e[Ab]nd [Absus4]to end [Ab]    [Eb/G]
Tried to f[Fm]ind a place to s[C#]ettle down, where my m[Eb]ixed up li[Fm]fe [Bb]could m[Eb]end [Edim]
Held a [Fm]job on an oil[C#]-rig
flying cho[Ab]ppers when I co[C#]uld
But the nig[Bbm]htlife nearly dr[F#]ove me round the b[Eb]end  [Fm]     [Eb]         [Eb]            [Edim]

And I've tr[Fm]avelled round the wo[C#]rld from year to y[Ab]ear [Absus4]         [Ab]             [Eb/G]
And e[Fm]ach one's found me ai[C#]mless, one more y[Eb]ear the [Fm]wor[Bb]se for [Eb]wear
And i'[Edim]ve been b[Fm]ack to South East A[C#]sia
but the a[Ab]nswer sure aint th[C#]ere
But I'm dr[Bbm]ifting North to c[Eb]heck things ouit ag[Ab]ain[C#]   [Ab]

this fills the next bit:

[Fm] [C#] [Ab] [Absus4] [Ab] [Eb/G]
[Fm] [C#] [Eb] [Fm] [Bb] [Eb] [Edim]
[Fm] [C#] [Ab] [C#] [Bbm] [Eb] [Ab] [C#] [Ab] [Eb/G]

You know the l[Fm]ast plane out of S[C#]ydney's almost g[Ab]one [Absus4]         [Ab]            [Eb/G]
Only s[Fm]even flying h[C#]ours and i'll  be l[Eb]anding i[Fm]n H[Bb]ong K[Eb]ong
The[Edim]re aint no[Fm]thin like the ki[C#]sses
From a j[Ab]aded Chinese Pr[C#]incess
I'm gonna h[Bbm]it some Hong Kong m[F#]atress all night lo[Eb]ng [Fm]    [Eb]       [Eb]          [Edim]

Well know the l[Fm]ast plane out of S[C#]ydney's almost g[Ab]one  [Absus4]          [Ab]             [Eb/G]
You know the last p[Fm]lane out of Sy[C#]dney's almost g[Eb]one [Fm]    [Bb]        [Eb]
a[Edim]nd it's re[Fm]ally got me wo[C#]rried
I'm goin n[Ab]owhere and I'm in a hu[C#]rry
And the la[Bbm]st plane out of S[Eb]ydney's almost g[Ab]one [Eb/G]

W[Fm]ell know the last [C#]plane out of Syd[Ab]ney's[Absus4] almost [Ab]gon[Eb/G]e
You know the last p[Fm]lane out of Sy[C#]dney's almost g[Eb]one [Fm]    [Bb]        [Eb]
a[Edim]nd it's re[Fm]ally got me wo[C#]rried
I'm goin n[Ab]owhere and I'm in a hu[C#]rry
And the la[Bbm]st plane out of S[Eb]ydney's almost g[Ab]one [C#]    [Ab]       [C#]          [Ab]

This also sounds great just on piano, top song.

 - Sam Mather

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