INTRO:
CFCCCFCC
VERSE
CFC
When I put my leather wallet on the dash
CFC
When the radio plays Crosby, Stills and Nash
GF
When I'm laughing 'til I'm crying at a joke
GFG
When I smell the scent of secondhand smoke
CHORUS:
GFC
Well, I'm right back riding shotgun in a gold sedan
GC
Nineteen eighty-something, me and my old man
F
The crinkle of the cellophane
CF
The crackle of tobacco flame
CFGF
The stories that he told me as he held it in his hand
FCFCCCFCC
Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm
VERSE:
CFC
We met up in New York City yesterday
CFC
We had seven years of things we had to say
GF
He had seven years of silence on his face
GF
I tried seven, eight times, seven, to erase
CFC
We stepped out onto the street to change the scene
CFC
And he pulled a pack of Spirits from his jeans
GF
I said "what happened to the good ol' Marlboro Lites?"
G
He just cracked a smile
CHORUS:
FC
And I went right back riding shotgun in a gold sedan
GC
Nineteen eighty-something, me and my old man
F
The crinkle of the cellophane
CF
The crackle of tobacco flame
CFGF
The stories that he told me as he held it in his hand
FCFCCFGFG
Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm
BDA K:
CFC
When I don't know what we are, I still have what we were
CFCGG
Well, I might just light one up tonight, let it burn
CHORUS:
FC
And go right back riding shotgun in a gold sedan
GAmAmG
Nineteen eighty-something, me and my old ma-an
F
The crinkle of the cellophane
CF
The crackle of tobacco flame
CFGF
The stories that he told me as he held it in his hand
FFCFCC
Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm mmm
OUTRO:
CFCCCFC
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SONG: SECONDHAND SMOKE
ARTIST: SEAN McCONNELL
TAB BY: C N CZARSKI
SECONDHAND SMOKE
SEAN McCONNELL
CAPO: NONE
INTRO:
DGDDDGDD
VERSE
DGD
When I put my leather wallet on the dash
DGD
When the radio plays Crosby, Stills and Nash
AG
When I'm laughing 'til I'm crying at a joke
AGA
When I smell the scent of secondhand smoke
CHORUS:
AGD
Well, I'm right back riding shotgun in a gold sedan
AD
Nineteen eighty-something, me and my old man
G
The crinkle of the cellophane
DG
The crackle of tobacco flame
DGAG
The stories that he told me as he held it in his hand
GDGDDDGDD
Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm
VERSE:
DGD
We met up in New York City yesterday
DGD
We had seven years of things we had to say
AG
He had seven years of silence on his face
AG
I tried seven, eight times, seven, to erase
DGD
We stepped out onto the street to change the scene
DGD
And he pulled a pack of Spirits from his jeans
AG
I said "what happened to the good ol' Marlboro Lites?"
A
He just cracked a smile
CHORUS:
GD
And I went right back riding shotgun in a gold sedan
AD
Nineteen eighty-something, me and my old man
G
The crinkle of the cellophane
DG
The crackle of tobacco flame
DGAG
The stories that he told me as he held it in his hand
GDGDDGAGA
Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm
BDA K:
DGD
When I don't know what we are, I still have what we were
DGDAA
Well, I might just light one up tonight, let it burn
CHORUS:
GD
And go right back riding shotgun in a gold sedan
ABmBmA
Nineteen eighty-something, me and my old ma-an
G
The crinkle of the cellophane
DG
The crackle of tobacco flame
DGAG
The stories that he told me as he held it in his hand
GGDGDD
Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm mmm
OUTRO:
DGDDDGD