Secondhand Smoke
Sean Mcconnell
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INTRO:C F C CC F C C VERSEC F When I put my leather wallet onC the dashC F When the radio plays Crosby,C Stills and NashG When I'm laughing 'til I'm cryingF at a jokeG When I smell the scent ofF G secondhand smoke CHORUS:G F Well, I'm right back ridingC shotgun in a gold sedanG Nineteen eighty-something, me and myC old manF The crinkle of the cellophaneC F The crackle of tobacco flameC F The stories that he told me as heG F held it in his handF C F C C Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmmC F C C VERSE:C F C We met up in New York City yesterdayC F We had seven years of things weC had to sayG He had seven years of silence onF his faceG I tried seven, eight times, seven,F to eraseC F We stepped out onto the street toC change the sceneC F And he pulled a pack of SpiritsC from his jeansG I said "what happened to the goodF ol' Marlboro Lites?"G He just cracked a smile CHORUS:F And I went right back ridingC shotgun in a gold sedanG Nineteen eighty-something, me and myC old manF The crinkle of the cellophaneC F The crackle of tobacco flameC F The stories that he told me as heG F held it in his handF C F C C F Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmmG F G BDA K:Continúa después del anuncioC F When I don't know what we are, IC still have what we wereC F Well, I might just light one upC G G tonight, let it burn CHORUS:F And go right back riding shotgun inC a gold sedanG Nineteen eighty-something, me andAm Am G my old ma-anF The crinkle of the cellophaneC F The crackle of tobacco flameC F The stories that he told me as heG F held it in his handF F C F C C Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm mmm OUTRO:C F C CC F C ======================= CAPO: NONE ======================= SONG: SECONDHAND SMOKE ARTIST: SEAN McCONNELL TAB BY: C N CZARSKI SECONDHAND SMOKE SEAN McCONNELL CAPO: NONE INTRO:D G D DD G D D VERSED G When I put my leather wallet onD the dashD G When the radio plays Crosby,D Stills and NashA When I'm laughing 'til I'm cryingG at a jokeA When I smell the scent ofG A secondhand smoke CHORUS:A G Well, I'm right back ridingD shotgun in a gold sedanA Nineteen eighty-something, me and myD old manG The crinkle of the cellophaneD G The crackle of tobacco flameD G The stories that he told me as heA G held it in his handG D G D D Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmmD G D D VERSE:D G D We met up in New York City yesterdayD G We had seven years of things weD had to sayA He had seven years of silence onG his faceA I tried seven, eight times, seven,G to eraseD G We stepped out onto the street toD change the sceneD G And he pulled a pack of SpiritsD from his jeansA I said "what happened to the goodG ol' Marlboro Lites?"A He just cracked a smile CHORUS:G And I went right back ridingD shotgun in a gold sedanA Nineteen eighty-something, me and myD old manG The crinkle of the cellophaneD G The crackle of tobacco flameD G The stories that he told me as heA G held it in his handG D G D D G Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmmA G A BDA K:D G When I don't know what we are, ID still have what we wereD G Well, I might just light one upD A A tonight, let it burn CHORUS:G And go right back riding shotgun inD a gold sedanA Nineteen eighty-something, me andBm Bm A my old ma-anG The crinkle of the cellophaneD G The crackle of tobacco flameD G The stories that he told me as heA G held it in his handG G D G D D Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm mmm OUTRO:D G D DD G D