Tipo de gaita: Diatônica Tom: Ab 1. 6 -6 -6 -6 -6 6 -5 -5 -5 6 5 I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh 6 6 -6 -6 -6 -6 6 -5 -5 6 6 6 And my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the 6 5 -4 -4 black market man 6 6 6 -6-6 -6 6 -5 -5 6 6 6 6 I`ve had the Viet-nam cold turkey from the ocean 6 6 -6 5 -4 4 -4 5 -5 5 -5 5 -5 to the silver city and it`s only other vets 5 4 -4 -4 could understand 6 6 -6 -6 -6 6 -5 -5 6 6 5 `Bout the long forgotten dockside guar-an-tees 6 6 6 -6 -6 6 -5 -5 -6 6 6 How there were no V-day heroes in nineteen 5 5 -4 seventy three 5 6 -6 -6-6 -6 6 -5 -5 6 5 6 How we sailed into Sydney harbour saw an old 6 6 6 -6 5 -4 4 friend but I couldn`t kiss her -4 5 -5 5 -5 6 6-6 -6 -6 5 4 4 She was lined and I was home to the lucky land 6 6 -6 -6 -6 6 -5 -5 6 6 5 She was like so many more from that time on 6 -6 -6 -6 6 -5-5 6 6 6 Their lives were all so empty till they found 6 5 -4 -4 their chosen one 6 b-6 -6 -6 -6 6 -5-5 -5 6 6 And their legs were often open but their minds 6 5 -4 4 were always closed -4 5 -5 5 -5 5 -5 5 -4 4 And their hearts were held in fast suburban -4 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 night-life nearly drove me round the bend 4. And I 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 out of Sydney`s almost gone And only seven flying hours And I`ll be landing in Hong Kong And there ain`t nothing like the kisses From a jaded chinese princess I`m gonna hit someHong Kong mattress all night long 6. 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 if Sydney`s almost gone REPEAT VERSE 6. TO END