Chords for Arkells - Leather Jacket (Audio)

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_ _ _ _ _ _ I [A#] heard her [F#] stories [Bm] before I showed up, [A#] and they tell them to me [B] in full photos up.
[A#] And they're all connected [B] like a pair of handcuffs.
[A#] No one seemed to expect it, [Bm] that everyone fucked.
[G#m] But there was a [F#] softness, a kind of [B] understanding.
Those two-way incisions, [C#] always shaking lenin's.
[G#m] And no one ever [D#m] knew what could be demanding.
[B] Maybe it's the car, [C#] the car that she was handing.
[B] _ You [F#] called me up from a _
[C#] payphone.
I [F#] said, hang tight, I can drive you home.
I pulled on up, and with a [C#] southern accent, I offered [D#m] you my [F#] damn leather jacket. _ _ _ _ _ _
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I met her at a party, [B] she comes straight from work.
[A#] Complained that the regular [B] put all the money in jerks.
[A#] She always looked tired, [Bm] she dazzled in the drunk.
[F#] She even pulled [B] off the stupid haircut.
She said, I don't need a sponsor, [F#] or the best lover.
[B] She manly sees me, [C#] as some fixer-upper.
[B] The last [F#] few years, man, I've been [D#m] running for cover.
[B] Tried to sleep, so [C#] I could visit my mother.
[B] _ You [F#] called me up from a _
[C#] payphone.
I said, [F#] hang tight, I can drive you home.
I pulled on up, and with a [C#m] southern accent, I [F#] offered you my damn leather jacket.
When times were tight, in the worst years, we never knew how to interfere.
And now you're back, and just unpacking.
Those bruised up takers, you keep [G#m] attracting. _ _ _ _ _ _
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[G#m] _ September, when it [F#] goes off, like [C#] some goddamn _ alarm [G#m] clock.
And it gives her, like a third shot, _
[C#] conversations.
She just stares [G#m] off, there's no longer a voice calling, when [C#] she goes off.
Saying, I'll [F#] be right [B] with you.
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[C#] _ _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ _ [C#] _
[B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ From a [C#] payphone, 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 my damn [B] leather jacket.
When times [F#] were tight, in the worst years, we never knew how to interfere.
And now you're back, and just _ unpacking.
Those bruised up takers, you keep [B] attracting.
You call [F#] me up from a [D#m] payphone.
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[B] You call [F#] me up from a payphone.
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[B] _ You [F#] call me up from a [D#m] payphone.
_ _ [F#] _ _ You [B] _ _ call [F#] me up from a payphone.
And I said, [D#m] who the fuck uses a [F#] payphone? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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