Sean Mcconnell - Secondhand Smoke Chords

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
 
 
BREAK:
        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