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Cold Chisel |
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Cold Chisel Re-Mix East |
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Khe Sanh |
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Words and Music by Don Walker. |
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I left my heart to the sappers 'round Khe Sanh, |
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And my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the black market man. |
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I've had the Vietnam cold turkey from the ocean to the Silver City. |
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And it's only other vets could understand. |
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'Bout the long forgotten dockside guarantees, |
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How there were no V-Day heroes in nineteen seventy-three. |
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How we sailed into Sydney Harbour, |
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Saw an old friend but couldn't kiss her, |
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She was lined, |
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And I was home to the lucky land. |
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She was like so many more from that time on, |
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Their lives were all so empty, |
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Till they'd found their chosen one, |
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And their legs were often open, |
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But their minds always closed, |
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And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains. |
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And the legal pad were yellow, |
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Hours long, paypackets lean, |
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And the telex writers clattered, |
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Where the gunships once had been; |
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But the carparks made me jumpy, |
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And I never stopped the dreams, |
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Or the growing need for speed or novacine. |
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So I worked across the country from end to end, |
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Tried to find a place to settle down, |
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Where my mixed-up life could mend, |
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Held a job on an oil-rig, |
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Flying choppers when I could, |
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But the night-life nearly drove me 'round the bend. |
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And I've travelled 'round the world from year to year, |
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And each one found me aimless, |
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One more year the worse for wear, |
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And I've been back to South East Asia, |
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But you know the answer sure ain't there, |
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But I'm drifting North, |
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To check things out again. |
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Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone, |
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And only seven flying hours, |
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And I'll landing in Hong Kong, |
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And there ain't nothin' like kisses from a jaded Chinese Princess, |
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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, |
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You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone, |
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And it's got me worried, |
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I'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry, |
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You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone. |
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Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone. |
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Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone. |
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It's really got me worried, |
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I'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry, |
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You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone. |
