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Leather Jacket

๐Ÿ‘ค Arkells โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Campfire Chords โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:14
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โฑ๏ธ 4:14 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 20453980

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Hey!

Hundreds of stories, before I showed up
And they tell them to me, and pull photos up
And there, I'm connected, like a pair of handcuffs
No one seemed affected, that everyone is fucked
But there was a softness, a kind of understanding
Those 2 a.m. decisions, always shaky landings
And no one ever knew, what could be demanded (be demanded)
Maybe it's the cards
The cards that she was handed

You call me up from a pay phone
I said, "Hang tight, I can drive you home"
I pulled on up and with a Southern accent
I offered you my Dad's leather jacket (yes)

I met her at a party, she'd come straight from work
Complained that the regulars were all a bunch of jerks
She always looked tired, she dazzled as a drunk
She even pulled off the stupid hair cut
She said "I don't need a sponsor, or the best lover
Just a man that sees me as some fixer-upper
The last few years, man, I've been running for cover
Trying to sleep, so I can visit my mother"

You call me up from a pay phone
I said, "Hang tight, I can drive you home"
I pulled on up and with a Southern accent
I offered you my Dad's leather jacket

When times were tough, in the worst years
We never knew how to interfere
And now you're back, and just unpacking
Those bruised-up takers, you keep attracting

In September, when he goes off
Like some god damn alarm clock
And he hits her, like a third shot
Conversations, she just stares off
There's no longer a voice calling
When she goes out
Saying, "I'll be up waiting for you"

You call me up from a pay phone
I said, "Hang tight, I can drive you home"
I pulled on up and with a Southern accent
I offered you my Dad's leather jacket

When times were tough, in the worst years
We never knew how to interfere
And now you're back, and just unpacking
Those bruised-up takers, you keep attracting

You call me up from a pay phone (ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh)
You call me up from a pay phone (ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh)
You call me up from a pay phone (ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh)
You call me up from a pay phone
And I said, "Who the fuck uses a pay phone?"

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