Secondhand Smoke

D G D D D G D D 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 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 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 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 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 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 D G D D D G D ======================= CAPO: NONE ======================= SONG: SECONDHAND SMOKE ARTIST: SEAN McCONNELL TAB BY: DON CZARSKI EMAIL: [email protected] SECONDHAND SMOKE SEAN McCONNELL CAPO: NONE E A E E E A E E E A E When I put my leather wallet on the dash E A E When the radio plays Crosby, Stills and Nash B A When I'm laughing 'til I'm crying at a joke B A B When I smell the scent of secondhand smoke B A E Well, I'm right back riding shotgun in a gold sedan B E Nineteen eighty-something, me and my old man A The crinkle of the cellophane E A The crackle of tobacco flame E A B A The stories that he told me as he held it in his hand A E A E E E A E E Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm E A E We met up in New York City yesterday E A E We had seven years of things we had to say B A He had seven years of silence on his face B A I tried seven, eight times, seven, to erase E A E We stepped out onto the street to change the scene E A E And he pulled a pack of Spirits from his jeans B A I said "what happened to the good ol' Marlboro Lites?" B He just cracked a smile A E And I went right back riding shotgun in a gold sedan B E Nineteen eighty-something, me and my old man A The crinkle of the cellophane E A The crackle of tobacco flame E A B A The stories that he told me as he held it in his hand A E A E E A B A B Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm E A E When I don't know what we are, I still have what we were E A E B B Well, I might just light one up tonight, let it burn A E And go right back riding shotgun in a gold sedan B C#m C#m B Nineteen eighty-something, me and my old ma-an A The crinkle of the cellophane E A The crackle of tobacco flame E A B A The stories that he told me as he held it in his hand A A E A E E Mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm mmm E A E E E A E