Florida Georgia Line - Smoke

^EmLaying back ^Gagainst this windshield ^CParked out in t^Amhis Georgia red field ^EmThis is where ^Gwe burn our summer ^Cnight^Ams ^EmLong little lipstick k^Gisses on the h^Cood of our ^Amtacoma We were seven^Emteen, ^Ggoing on free and ^Cwild ^CShe was s^Gmoking hot, a ^Dwhiskey shot of ^Emjerry curl ^CSparks were ^Gflying every ^Dtime I smelled smoke

I'm s^Emitting by a bonfire ^Cwatching her swaying ^GMe and my buddies ^Dand the guitar playing ^EmSipping on forties o^Cn a saturday night ^GBuzzing through a chorus ^Dof dixieland ^Emdel^Cight ^GHigh as the ^Dstars, in the m^Emilky way ^CThose summer days ^Gdrifting away^D, she'll always ^Emflo^Cat Back thr^Gough my ^Dmind like ^Emsmo^Cke ^{G D}

^EmJuly flames, ^Goctober ashes ^CSummer skin ^Amand blue jean flashes ^EmStrike a match ^Gand light a ^Cmemory ^CNever sa^Gid goodbye, we ^Dlet it fly into ^Emthin air ^CTonight I^G'm a stone, all^D along going up so strong I swear

I'm s^Emitting by a bonfire^C watching her swaying ^GMe and my buddies ^Dand the guitar playing ^EmSipping on forties ^Con a saturday night ^GBuzzing through a chorus ^Dof dixieland d^Emelig^Cht ^GHigh as the ^Dstars, in the ^Emmilky way ^CThose summer days ^Gdrifting away^D, she'll always ^Emflo^Cat Back t^Ghrough my m^Dind like ^Emsmo^Cke^{G D Em C G D}

^EmShe was ^Csmoking hot, a^G whiskey shot of ^Djerry curl ^EmSparks w^Cere flying every ^Gtime I smelled ^Dsmoke

I'm s^Emitting by a bonfire ^Cwatching her swaying ^GMe and my buddies ^Dand the guitar playing ^EmSipping on forties ^Con a saturday night ^GBuzzing through a chorus ^Dof dixieland d^Emelig^Cht ^GHigh as the ^Dstars, in the m^Emilky way ^CThose summer days ^Gdrifting away^D, she'll always ^Emflo^Cat Back ^Gthrough my ^Dmind like ^Emsmo^Cke^{G D Em C G D}