Arkells – Leather Jacket (Guitar)

D
Hundreds of stories

G
Before I showed up

D
They'd tell them to me

G
And pull photos up

Em
They're all connected

D
Like a pair of handcuffs

G
No one seemed affected

A
That everyone is fucked

D
But there was a softness

G
Some kind of understanding

D
Those 2am decisions

G
Always shaky landings

Em
And no one ever knew

D
What could be demanded

G
Maybe it's the cards

A
The cards that she was handed

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You called me up from a pay phone

             Bm           A
I said "Hang tight, I can drive you home"

G           D                      A
I pulled on up and with a southern accent

          Bm           A
I offered you my dad's leather jacket

D
I met her at a party

G
She'd come straight from work

D
Complained that the regulars

G
Were all a bunch of jerks

Em
She always looked tired

D
But she dazzled as a drunk

G
She even pulled off

A
That stupid hair cut

D
She said, "I don't need a sponsor

G
Or the best lover

D
Just a man that sees me

G
As some fixer-upper

Em
The last few years

D
I've been running for cover

G
Trying to sleep

A
So I can visit my mother"

G             D                    A
You called me up from a pay phone

             Bm           A
I said "Hang tight, I can drive you home"

G           D                      A
I pulled on up and with a southern accent

          Bm           A
I offered you my dad's leather jacket

G              D                 A
When times were tough in the worst years

         Bm          A
We never knew how to interfere

G             D                A
And now you're back and just unpacking

                 Bm         A
Those bruised up takers you keep attracting

Em
In September

D/F#
When it goes off

G
Like some god damn

A
Alarm clock

Em
And he hits her

D/F#
Like a third shot

G
Conversations

A
She just stares off

Em
There's no longer

D/F#
A voice calling

G
When she goes out

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Saying, "I'll be up waiting for you"

G             D                    A
You called me up from a pay phone

             Bm           A
I said "Hang tight, I can drive you home"

G           D                      A
I pulled on up and with a southern accent

          Bm           A
I offered you my dad's leather jacket

G              D                 A
When times were tough in the worst years

         Bm          A
We never knew how to interfere

G             D                A
And now you're back and just unpacking

                 Bm         A
Those bruised up takers you keep attracting

G           D                   A
You call me up from a pay phone

Bm - A - G
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