Florida Georgia Line – Smoke Chords

CAPO on 1st Fret

F#m   244222
D     xx0232
A     x02220
E     022100

[Intro 4x]
F#m   D   A   E

[Verse I]
F#m         A 
Laying back against this windshield
D             Bm
Parked out in this Georgia red field
F#m           A                  D     Bm
This is where we burn our summer nights
F#m         A                  D           Bm
Moonlit lipstick kisses on the hood of our tacoma
        F#m      A                   D
We were seventeen, going on free and wild
[Pre-Chorus] D A E F#m She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot of jerry curl D A E E *pause Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke [Chorus] F#m D I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying A E Me and my buddies and the guitar playing F#m D Sipping on forties on a saturday night A E F#m D Buzzing through a chorus of dixieland deli---ght A E F#m High as the stars, in the milky way D A E F#m D Those summer days drifting away, but she'll always float A E F#m D A E Back through my mind like smoke [Verse II] F#m A July flames, october ashes D Bm Southern skin and blue jean flashes F#m A D Strike a match and light a memory
[Pre-Chorus] D A E F#m we Never said goodbye, we let it fly into thin air D A E E Tonight I'm stoned, all along going up so strong I swear [Chorus] F#m D I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying A E Me and my buddies and the guitar playing F#m D Sipping on forties on a saturday night A E F#m D Buzzing through a chorus of dixieland deli---ght A E F#m High as the stars, in the milky way D A E F#m D Those summer days drifting away, but she'll always float A E F#m D A E Back through my mind like smoke [Guitar Solo] F#m D A E F#m D A E [Pre-Chorus] D A E F#m She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot of jerry curl D A E E *pause Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke F#m D I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying A E Me and my buddies and the guitar playing F#m D Sipping on forties on a saturday night A E F#m D Buzzing through a chorus of dixieland deli---ght A E F#m High as the stars, in the milky way D A E F#m D Those summer days drifting away, but she'll always float A E F#m D A E Back through my mind like smoke.