Sean Mcconnell - Secondhand Smoke Chords

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
 
 
BREAK:
        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