Secondhand Smoke
Sean Mcconnell
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INTRO:C F C CC F C C VERSEC F C When I put my leather wallet on the dashC F C When the radio plays Crosby, Stills and NashG F When I'm laughing 'til I'm crying at a jokeG F G When I smell the scent of secondhand smoke CHORUS:G F C Well, I'm right back riding shotgun in a gold sedanG C Nineteen eighty-something, me and my old manF The crinkle of the cellophaneC F The crackle of tobacco flameC F G F The stories that he told me as he held it in his handF C F C C C F C C Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm VERSE:C F C We met up in New York City yesterdayC F C We had seven years of things we had to sayG F He had seven years of silence on his faceG F I tried seven, eight times, seven, to eraseC F C We stepped out onto the street to change the sceneC F C And he pulled a pack of Spirits from his jeansG F I said "what happened to the good ol' Marlboro Lites?"G He just cracked a smile CHORUS:F C And I went right back riding shotgun in a gold sedanG C Nineteen eighty-something, me and my old manF The crinkle of the cellophaneC F The crackle of tobacco flameC F G F The stories that he told me as he held it in his handF C F C C F G F G Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm BDA K:Continúa después del anuncioC F C When I don't know what we are, I still have what we wereC F C G G Well, I might just light one up tonight, let it burn CHORUS:F C And go right back riding shotgun in a gold sedanG Am Am G Nineteen eighty-something, me and my old ma-anF The crinkle of the cellophaneC F The crackle of tobacco flameC F G F The stories that he told me as he 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 D When I put my leather wallet on the dashD G D When the radio plays Crosby, Stills and NashA G When I'm laughing 'til I'm crying at a jokeA G A When I smell the scent of secondhand smoke CHORUS:A G D Well, I'm right back riding shotgun in a gold sedanA D Nineteen eighty-something, me and my old manG The crinkle of the cellophaneD G The crackle of tobacco flameD G A G The stories that he told me as he held it in his handG D G D D D G D D Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm VERSE:D G D We met up in New York City yesterdayD G D We had seven years of things we had to sayA G He had seven years of silence on his faceA G I tried seven, eight times, seven, to eraseD G D We stepped out onto the street to change the sceneD G D And he pulled a pack of Spirits from his jeansA G I said "what happened to the good ol' Marlboro Lites?"A He just cracked a smile CHORUS:G D And I went right back riding shotgun in a gold sedanA D Nineteen eighty-something, me and my old manG The crinkle of the cellophaneD G The crackle of tobacco flameD G A G The stories that he told me as he held it in his handG D G D D G A G A Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm BDA K:D G D When I don't know what we are, I still have what we wereD G D A A Well, I might just light one up tonight, let it burn CHORUS:G D And go right back riding shotgun in a gold sedanA Bm Bm A Nineteen eighty-something, me and my old ma-anG The crinkle of the cellophaneD G The crackle of tobacco flameD G A G The stories that he told me as he held it in his handG G D G D D Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm mmm OUTRO:D G D DD G D