Chords for Arkells - Leather Jacket

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[A#] I heard her stories [B] before I showed up.
[A#] They tell them to me [B] and pull photos up.
[A#] And they're all connected [Bm] like a pair of handcuffs.
[A#] No one seemed affected, [B] but everyone_
[G#m] But there was a softness, [F#] a kind of understanding.
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Those 2 a.m. decisions, [C#] all these shaky landings.
[G#m] And no one ever knew [D#m] what could be demanded.
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It's the car, [C#] the car that she was handing.
[B] _ You [F#] called me up from a [C#] pay phone.
I [D#m] said, hang tight, I [F#] can drive [B] you home.
I pulled [F#] on up and with a southern [C#] accent,
I offered [D#m] you my [F#] dad's leather jacket. _ _ _ _ _ _
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[A#] I met her at a party, [B] she'd come straight from work.
[A#] Complained that the _ [B] regulars were all a bunch of jerks.
[A#] She always looked tired, [B] she dazzled to the drunk.
[A#] She even pulled [F#] off the stupid haircut.
She [G#m] said, I don't need a sponsor [F#] or the best lover.
[B] She manly sees me [C#m] as some [A#m] fixer-upper.
[G#m] The last [F#] few years, man, [D#m] I've been running for cover.
[B] Trying to sleep so [C#] I can visit my mother.
[B] _ You called [F#] me up from a pay [C#] phone.
I said, hang [D#m] tight, [F#] I can drive [B] you home.
_ [F#] I pulled on up and with a [C#] southern accent,
I offered [D#m] you my [C#] dad's leather [F#] jacket.
When times were tough in the worst [C#] years,
you never [D#m] knew how to _
[F#] interfere.
And now you're back and just [C#] unpacking
those bruised [D#m] up takers [C#] you keep [G#m] _ retracting.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [D#m] In [G#m] September, when it [F#] goes off
like [C#] some goddamn _ alarm [D#] clock.
And [G#m] it hits her like a third shot. _
[C#] Conversations, she just stares [D#m] off.
There's [G#m] no longer a voice calling [D#m] when [C#] she goes off.
Saying, I'll be [D#m] waiting [B] for you.
You [F#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ [C#] _ _
[B] _ _ called [F#] me up from a pay [C#] phone.
I said, [D#m] hang tight, [C#] I can drive [B] you home.
I pulled [F#] on up and with a [C#] southern accent,
I [D#m] offered you [C#] my dad's [F#] leather jacket.
When times were tough in the worst [C#] years,
you never [F#] knew how to interfere.
And now you're back and just [C#] _ unpacking
those bruised [D#m] up takers [F#] you keep [B] _ retracting.
You called [F#] me up from a pay [D#m] phone.
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[B] _ You called [F#] me up from a [C#] pay phone.
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[B] _ You called [F#] me up from a [D#] pay phone.
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[B] _ You called _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ [D#m] me_
Who the fuck uses a [F#] pay phone? _ _ _ _ _ _
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