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Leather Jacket Lyrics - High Noon - Arkells

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 2am decisions, always shaky landings 

And no one ever knew, what could be demanded 

Maybe its 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 

 

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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 

 

Photos 

 

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 And I said, "Who the fuck uses a pay phone?" 

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