Corey Smith – Cellophane (Guitar)

Capo 2 Video Lesson
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Couldn't find any chords for this song. May not be perfect but it is something. [Verse 1]
G
[tab]                       D
The front pocket of my blue jeans

                    Cadd9
A little fire and a little green

 G
Enough to make me king

D           G
On a Friday night

                    D
In a trailer off of Dry Pond Road

             Cadd9
Where me and the boys would go to get loaded

    G                  D   Cadd9
And hide out from the law whoaaa
[Chorus]
Cadd9               G        Cadd9
It was just a weekend thing

Cadd9                  G
A little help for the alcohol

        D      Cadd9
It was no big deal

           G             Cadd9
Was just a weekend thing

                    G
Sleep it off on the couch

     D                    Em7
And don't get behind the wheel

Em7                    Em7
Break it out, I want a taste

Em7                          G      D
What you got in that cellophane?

       Em7  D  Cadd9
Cellophane
[Verse 2]
           G
A bunch of kids

                   D
Same feather, same kinda cool

                      Cadd9
We dropped out of the Sunday school

     G
And made up our own rules

D              G
For a few good years

                     D
Before the cops came sniffin' round

                     Cadd9
Before they took our dope man down

         G                  D   Cadd9
And good shit got hard to find Ohhhhh
[Chorus]
Cadd9               G        Cadd9
It was just a weekend thing

Cadd9                  G
Some compliments for the alcohol

        D      Cadd9
It was no big deal

           G             Cadd9
Was just a weekend thing

                    G
Sleep it off on the couch

     D                    Em7
And don't get behind the wheel

Em7                    Em7
Break it out, I want a taste

Em7                          G      D
What you got in that cellophane?

       Em7  Cadd9  Cadd9
Cellophane

        G   D   Em7 D Cadd9
Cellophane
[Verse 3]
        G
Cellophane

                    D
A handful of perscription pills

                       Cadd9
Well, that's when the shit got real

     G                      D
They say those things can kill

                 G
Well, I know first-hand

                      D
A phone call that bent my knees

                   Cadd9
His momma wouldn't look at me

          G
Like she thought I was to blame

D             G
Well, maybe I was

G                  D
Maybe I din't try hard enough

                         Cadd9
I told him he outta kick that stuff

                    G                     D      Cadd9
I guess we shoulda known right from the start ohhhh
[Chorus]
Cadd9                   G       Cadd9
But it was just a weekend thing

Cadd9                  G
A little help for the alcohol

       D       Cadd9
It was no big deal

              G             Cadd9
It was just a weekend thing

Cadd9                       G
Now there's no way of sleepin' off

     D
The hurt I feel

Em7                        Em7
So break it out, I want a taste

                            G
What you got in that cellophane?