The Hold Steady – Epaulets (Guitar)

F#
She texts from the exit, says she's on her way over

     F#                 E                       B
It's sweet 'cause I'm a sucker for the dictator chic

                                F#          E 
And I'm good with the irregular heartbeats

                          B
So now she's hanging with me

                             F#
And we've been sharing ideas

       E                            B
And it seems like we've got similar interests

                                             E B
And it seems like we've got similar problems

                                F#
I think we know the same people

                              E B
I think I know what she means

             F#                         E           B
She says she likes the way these little flames make everything all black and grey

    F#                 E                  B
But sometimes all that smoke can make you sick

        F#               E              B
Still a scorch mark or a blistered hand seems a whole lot better than

F#                 E               B         F#
Sitting around and waiting for the click

    F#             E               B
Her parents are in Paris, it's the best place we can access, yeah

     F#          E                  B
It's not exactly sanctioned man but she's still got a key

                             F# E
She's traveling at top speed

                                 B
She keeps checking her heartbeat

                               E B F#
She puts her thumb to her neck

     F#                E
Then she kicks off her moccasins

    B
The buckskin always sucks me in

F#             E
Sets up in the restroom

           B
Says she's never coming out

F#             E
Unraveling the bandages

B
Using all the toothbrushes

      F#                E                 B
She's crying 'cause the cotton looks like clouds

F#                E               B
Delores don't the clouds just get forgotten

F#              E                B
Once a stronger wind comes in we both know what'll happen

F#                     E
We'll dissipate, we'll disappear

B
Neon cigs and maintenance beers

F#               E              B
Call the guy and meet him on Manhattan

F#                  E
All the things that we hold dear

    B
Our favorite bands, our deepest fears

F#      E            B
We both know exactly what'll happen

       F#             E                  B
'Cause every time the clouds roll in you can't get sentimental

        F#               E                B
And her jacket makes her look just like a general

                    F#
And she's generally restless

                        F#
She's got the blistered hands

        F#
Sends a text from the exit, says she's on her way over

      F#
In an ocelot coat with the epaulet shoulders