Smoke ukulele

Smoke

• Em

Capo 3

Intro

Em C G D x4


Verse 1

Em          G 
Laying back against this windshield
C              Am
Parked out in this Georgia red field
Em            G                  C    Am
This is where we burn our summer nights
Em                    G             C          Am
Long little lipstick kisses on the hood of our tacoma
             Em    G                 C
We were seventeen, going on free and wild
C        G             D               Em
She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot of jerry curl
C           G            D
Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke


Chorus

     Em                  C
I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying
G                 D
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing
Em                  C
Sipping on forties on a saturday night
G                        D            Em C
Buzzing through a chorus of dixieland delight
G           D              Em
High as the stars, in the milky way
C                 G            D               Em C
Those summer days drifting away, she'll always float
        G       D         Em C  G  D
Back through my mind like smoke


Verse 2

Em           G
July flames, october ashes
C           Am
Summer skin and blue jean flashes
Em             G           C
Strike a match and light a memory
C       G              D               Em
Never said goodbye, we let it fly into thin air
C        G              D
Tonight I'm a stone, all along going up so strong I swear




     Em                 C
I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying
G                 D
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing
Em                 C
Sipping on forties on a saturday night
G                        D             Em  C
Buzzing through a chorus of dixieland delight
G           D             Em
High as the stars, in the milky way
C                 G            D               Em C
Those summer days drifting away, she'll always float
      G          D        Em C G D    Em C G D
Back through my mind like smoke


Bridge
Em      C             G                D
She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot of jerry curl
Em      C                G              D
Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke


Chorus/Outro

     Em                  C
I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying
G                 D
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing
Em                 C
Sipping on forties on a saturday night
G                        D             Em  C
Buzzing through a chorus of dixieland delight
G           D              Em
High as the stars, in the milky way
C                 G            D               Em C
Those summer days drifting away, she'll always float
     G          D         Em C G D    Em C G D
Back through my mind like smoke

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