Leather Jacket chords and lyrics - ARKELLS

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[Intro 1]
[C][C][C][C]
[C]Hey![C][C][C]

[Verse 1]
A [C]hundred of stories
be[F]fore I showed up
And [C]they'd tell them to me
and [F]pull photos up
And [C]they're all connected
like a [F]pair of handcuffs
No [C]one seemed effected
that [F]everyone had fucked

[Pre-chorus 1]
But [Dm]there was a softness,
some [C]kind of understanding
Those [F]2 AM decisions,
al[G]ways shakey landings
And [Dm]no one ever knew
[Am]what could be demanded
[F]Maybe it's the cards,
the [G]card that she was handed

[Chorus 1]
[F]You called me up [C]from a pay pho[G]ne
I said hang [Am]tight, I can [G]drive you [F]home
I pulled on [C]up and with a southern [G]accent
I offered [Am]you my dad's l[G]eather j[C]acket, yeah
[C][C][C]

[Verse 2]
I [C]met her at a party,
she'd [F]come straight from work
Com[C]plained that the regulars
were [F]all a bunch of jerks
She [C]always looked tired,
she [F]dazzled as a drunk
She [C]even pulled off
her [F]stupid haircut

[Pre-chorus 2]
She said, I [Dm]don't need a sponsor
or [C]the best lover
Some [F]man that sees me
as [G]some fixer-upper
The [Dm]last few years
meant I've been [Am]running for cover
[F]Trying to sleep
so I can [G]visit my mother

[Chorus 2]
[F]You called me up [C]from a pay pho[G]ne
I said hang [Am]tight, I can [G]drive you [F]home
I pulled on [C]up and with a southern [G]accent
I offered [Am]you my dad's l[G]eather j[F]acket
When times were [C]tough
in the worst [G]years
We never [Am]knew how to in[G]ter[F]fere
And now you're [C]back and just un[G]packing
Those bruised up ta[Am]kers you [G]keep at[Dm]tracting
[Dm][G][G][Am]

[Bridge 1]
In Sep[Dm]tember when it goes off,
like some [G]goddamn alarm [Am]clock
And it [Dm]hits her like a third shot,
conver[G]sations she just stares [Am]off
There's no [Dm]longer a voice calling,
when she [G]goes out,
saying "I'll be up [Am]waiting for [F]you"
[C][G][Am][G]

[Chorus 3]
[F]You called me up [C]from a pay pho[G]ne
I said hang [Am]tight, I can [G]drive you [F]home
I pulled on [C]up and with a southern [G]accent
I offered [Am]you my dad's l[G]eather j[F]acket
When times were [C]tough
in the worst [G]years
We never [Am]knew how to in[G]ter[F]fere
And now you're [C]back and just un[G]packing
Those bruised up ta[Am]kers you [G]keep

[Outro 1]
(at[F]tracting)
You called me [C]up from a pay phone
[Am]Ooh- oh- o[C]h[G]
[F]You called me up [C]from a pay phone
[G]Ooh- oh-[Am] oh
[F]You called me up [C]from a pay phone
[Am]Ooh- oh- o[C]h[G]
[F]You called me up [C]from a pay phone
[G]And I said,
who the [Am]fuck uses a pay [C]phone?
[C][C][C]