Cellophane chords by Corey Smith

♫ Verse 1:
C
Cellophane
                       C
The front pocket of my blue jeans
                    Gadd9
A little fire and a little green
 C                      C
Enough to make me king
            C
On a Friday night
                    C
In a trailer off of Dry Pond Road
             Gadd9
Where me and the boys would Go to get loaded
    C                  C   Gadd9
And hide out from the law whoaaa

♫ Chorus:
                      C
It was just a weekend thing
Gadd9                  C
A little help for the alcohol
        C      Gadd9
It was no big deal
           C             Gadd9
Was just a weekend thing
                    C
Sleep it off on the couch
     C                   Gm7
And don't get behind the wheel
Gm7                    Gm7
Break it out, I want a taste
Gm7                          C     C
What you got in that cellophane?
       Gm7  C  Gadd9
Cellophane

♫ Verse 2:
           C
A bunch of kids
                   C
Same feather, same kinda cool
                      Gadd9
We dropped out of the Sunday school
     C
And made up our own rules
C              C
For a few good years
                     C
Before the cops came sniffin' round
                     Gadd9
Before they took our dope man down
         C                  C   Gadd9
And good **** got hard to find Ohhhhh

♫ Chorus:
                  C        Gadd9
It was just a weekend thing
                        C
Some compliments for the alcohol
        C      Gadd9
It was no big deal
           C             Gadd9
Was just a weekend thing
                    C
Sleep it off on the couch
     C                    Gm7
And don't get behind the wheel
Gm7                    Gm7
Break it out, I want a taste
Gm7                          C    C
What you got in that cellophane?
       Gm7  Gadd9  Gadd9
Cellophane
        C   C   Gm7  C  Gadd9
Cellophane

♫ Verse 3:
        C
Cellophane
                    C
A handful of perscription pills
                       Gadd9
Well, that's when the **** got real
     C                      C
They say those things can kill
                 C
Well, I know first-hand
                      C
A phone call that bent my knees
                   Gadd9
His momma wouldn't look at me
          C
Like she thought I was to blame
C             C
Well, maybe I was
                  C
Maybe I din't try hard enough
                         Gadd9
I told him he outta kick that stuff
                    C                     C      Gadd9
I guess we shoulda known right from the start ohhhh

♫ Chorus:
Gadd9                   C       Gadd9
But it was just a weekend thing
                        C
A little help for the alcohol
       C       Gadd9
It was no big deal
              C             Gadd9
It was just a weekend thing
                             C
Now there's no way of sleepin' off
     C
The hurt I feel
Gm7                        Gm7
So break it out, I want a taste
                            C
What you got in that cellophane?