Our Song

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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car    
           D                  Em    
He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel    
    G          A    
The other on my heart    
D                       Em    
I look around, turn the radio down    
        G                 A    
He says baby is something wrong?    
  D                 Em                G               A    
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song    
And he says...    

D               Em    
Our song is the slamming screen door,    
G                          A    
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window    
D                  Em                 G    
When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow    
           A                        D    
Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know    
                Em    
Our song is the way you laugh    
    G                         A    
The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”    
G              A                       Em    
And when I got home ... before I said amen    
          D   G    
Asking God if he could play it again    

D Em G A    

D                    Em                      G          A    
I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day    
    D                      Em    
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on    
    G                A    
And lost and thrown away    
D                   Em             G            A    
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed    
  D                    Em    
I almost didn’t notice all the roses    
G                A    
And the note that said...    

D               Em    
Our song is the slamming screen door,    
G                          A    
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window    
D                  Em                 G    
When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow    
           A                        D    
Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know    
                Em    
Our song is the way you laugh    
    G                         A    
The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”    
G              A                       Em    
And when I got home ... before I said amen    
          D   G    
Asking God if he could play it again    

D Em G A    
        Da da da da    
D Em G A    

     Em                          G    
I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio    
D          A            Em    
Waited for something to come along    
            G    
That was as good as our song    

D                     Em    
Cause our song is the slamming screen door    
G                          A              D    
Sneaking out late, tapping on his window    
                  Em                      G    
When we’re on the phone and he talks real slow    
               A                   D    
Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know    
                Em    
Our song is the way he laughs    
    G                         A   
The first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”    
G              A                       Em    
And when I got home ... before I said amen    
          D   G                 D Em G A    
Asking God if he could play it again...     

         D Em G A    D Em G A    
Play it again... Ho yea ho yea    

      D                      Em    
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone    
       G                 A    
In the front seat of his car    
D                      Em    
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin    
      G    
And I... wrote down our song