INTRO:
C F C C
C F C C
VERSE
C F C
When I put my leather wallet on the dash
C F C
When the radio plays Crosby, Stills and Nash
G F
When I'm laughing 'til I'm crying at a joke
G F G
When I smell the scent of secondhand smoke
CHORUS:
G F C
Well, I'm right back riding shotgun in a gold sedan
G C
Nineteen eighty-something, me and my old man
F
The crinkle of the cellophane
C F
The crackle of tobacco flame
C F G F
The stories that he told me as he held it in his hand
F C F C C C F C C
Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm
VERSE:
C F C
We met up in New York City yesterday
C F C
We had seven years of things we had to say
G F
He had seven years of silence on his face
G F
I tried seven, eight times, seven, to erase
C F C
We stepped out onto the street to change the scene
C F C
And he pulled a pack of Spirits from his jeans
G 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 sedan
G C
Nineteen eighty-something, me and my old man
F
The crinkle of the cellophane
C F
The crackle of tobacco flame
C F G F
The stories that he told me as he held it in his hand
F C F C C F G F G
Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm
BDA K:
C F C
When I don't know what we are, I still have what we were
C 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 sedan
G Am Am G
Nineteen eighty-something, me and my old ma-an
F
The crinkle of the cellophane
C F
The crackle of tobacco flame
C F G F
The stories that he told me as he held it in his hand
F F C F C C
Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm mmm
OUTRO:
C F C C
C F C
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SONG: SECONDHAND SMOKE
ARTIST: SEAN McCONNELL
TAB BY: C N CZARSKI
SECONDHAND SMOKE
SEAN McCONNELL
CAPO: NONE
INTRO:
D G D D
D G D D
VERSE
D G D
When I put my leather wallet on the dash
D G D
When the radio plays Crosby, Stills and Nash
A G
When I'm laughing 'til I'm crying at a joke
A G A
When I smell the scent of secondhand smoke
CHORUS:
A G D
Well, I'm right back riding shotgun in a gold sedan
A D
Nineteen eighty-something, me and my old man
G
The crinkle of the cellophane
D G
The crackle of tobacco flame
D G A G
The stories that he told me as he held it in his hand
G D G D D D G D D
Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm
VERSE:
D G D
We met up in New York City yesterday
D G D
We had seven years of things we had to say
A G
He had seven years of silence on his face
A G
I tried seven, eight times, seven, to erase
D G D
We stepped out onto the street to change the scene
D G D
And he pulled a pack of Spirits from his jeans
A 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 sedan
A D
Nineteen eighty-something, me and my old man
G
The crinkle of the cellophane
D G
The crackle of tobacco flame
D G A G
The stories that he told me as he held it in his hand
G 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 were
D 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 sedan
A Bm Bm A
Nineteen eighty-something, me and my old ma-an
G
The crinkle of the cellophane
D G
The crackle of tobacco flame
D G A G
The stories that he told me as he held it in his hand
G G D G D D
Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm mmm
OUTRO:
D G D D
D G D
