Secondhand Smoke chords by Sean Mcconnell

• Tuning: Standard tuning
• Capo on 2nd
• Difficulty: Beginner

SONG:  SECONDHAND SMOKE
ARTIST: SEAN McCONNELL
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL: GUITARZAN7@HOTMAIL.COM

NOTE: When playing this song make sure at tims to do some
   hammer-ons and pull-offs with your middle finger
   especially on the C chord.

          SECONDHAND SMOKE
           SEAN McCONNELL

CAPO: 2nd FRET

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



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



SONG:  SECONDHAND SMOKE
ARTIST: SEAN McCONNELL
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL: GUITARZAN7@HOTMAIL.COM


          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


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