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 ======================= CAPO: NONE ======================= 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
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