[Intro ]

D 

verse 1 
D             
Hundreds of stories 
G 
Before I showed up 
D 
They'd tell them to me 
G 
And pull photos up 
Em 
They're all connected 
D  
Like a pair of handcuffs 
G 
No one seemed affected 
A 
That everyone is fucked 
D 
But there was a softness 
G 
Some kind of understanding 
D   
Those 2am decisions 
G 
Always shaky landings 
Em 
And no one ever knew 
D   
What could be demanded 
G 
Maybe it's the cards 
A 
The cards that she was handed 



[Refrão]
G             D                    A 
You called me up from a pay phone 
             Bm           A 
I said "Hang tight, I can drive you home" 
G           D                      A 
I pulled on up and with a southern accent 
          Bm           A 
I offered you my dad's leather jacket 

verse 2 
D  
I met her at a party 
G 
She'd come straight from work 
D  
Complained that the regulars 
G 
Were all a bunch of jerks 
Em 
She always looked tired 
D   
But she dazzled as a drunk 
G 
She even pulled off 
A 
That stupid hair cut 
D  
She said, "I don't need a sponsor 
G 
Or the best lover 
D  
Just a man that sees me 
G 
As some fixer-upper 
Em 
The last few years 
D  
I've been running for cover 
G 
Trying to sleep 
A 
So I can visit my mother" 



[Refrão]
G             D                    A 
You called me up from a pay phone 
             Bm           A 
I said "Hang tight, I can drive you home" 
G           D                      A 
I pulled on up and with a southern accent 
          Bm           A 
I offered you my dad's leather jacket 



[Refrão]
G              D                 A 
When times were tough in the worst years 
         Bm          A 
We never knew how to interfere 
G             D                A 
And now you're back and just unpacking 
                 Bm         A 
Those bruised up takers you keep attracting 

Bridge 
Em 
In September 
D/F# 
When it goes off 
G  
Like some god damn 
A 
Alarm clock 
Em   
And he hits her 
D/F# 
Like a third shot 
G  
Conversations  
A 
She just stares off 
Em 
There's no longer  
D/F#   
A voice calling 
G 
When she goes out 
A 
Saying, "I'll be up waiting for you" 

G    D    A   Bm - A - G 
    Ooh, Ooh, Ooh-Ooh-Ooh 
x2 



[Refrão]
G             D                    A 
You called me up from a pay phone 
             Bm           A 
I said "Hang tight, I can drive you home" 
G           D                      A 
I pulled on up and with a southern accent 
          Bm           A 
I offered you my dad's leather jacket 



[Refrão]
G              D                 A 
When times were tough in the worst years 
         Bm          A 
We never knew how to interfere 
G             D                A 
And now you're back and just unpacking 
                 Bm         A 
Those bruised up takers you keep attracting 

Outro 
G           D                   A 
You call me up from a pay phone  
            Bm      A 
You call me up from a pay phone 
(x2) 
And I said, "Who the fuck uses a pay phone?"