Vince Gill – Secondhand Smoke (Guitar)

C
I watched my daddy smoking cigarettes

                 Am7
Nicotine and whiskey always on his breath

                     F
He kept a fresh pack open right beside his bed

                          Dm7                          G/B
"Son, them things'll kill ya," is what that doctor said

        C
We'd go fishing, trying catch 'em all

              Am7
I'd hear mama bitching, "You smell like an old pool hall"

               F
She'd throw my clothes in the washing machine

            Dm7                                   G/B
And cuss my daddy and scrub the hell right out of me

          C                   G/B
Well, the love he showed, the jokes he told

Am7                         F
Found a way to seep into my soul

           C              G/B
And I pray every day I'll find a way

           Am7                        F
To pass it on to these children of my own

F
A little secondhand smoke

                C
Thinking they'd hurt me never crossed his mind

                   Am7
He was right there with me, not the running kind

                  F
He played it real cool when we disagreed

                   Dm7                          G/B
Well, man, we were old-school, my old man and me

                 C
Well, ain't life funny how the world goes 'round

                     Am7
You make all of that money, they still put you in the ground

              F
Man, I'd love to see him and watch him burn one down

                   Dm7                        G/B
He's smoking up in Heaven with those angels now

          C                   G/B
Well, the love he showed, the jokes he told

Am7                         F
Found a way to seep into my soul

           C              G/B
And I pray every day I'll find a way

           Am7                        F
To pass it on to these children of my own

F
A little secondhand smoke

F
A little secondhand smoke