D Em7 G A x2
D Em7 G A
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
D Em7
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
G A
The other on my heart
D Em7
I look around, turn the radio down
G A
He says baby is something wrong?
D Em7 G A
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song
And he says...
D Em7
Our song is the slamming screen door,
G A
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
D Em7 G
When you're on the phone and you talk real slow
A D
Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Em7
Our song is the way you laugh
G A
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, but I should have"
Em7 A Em7
And when I got home ... before I said amen
D G
Asking God if he could play it again
D Em7 G A
D Em7 G A
I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day
D Em7
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
G A
And lost and thrown away
D Em7 G A
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed
D Em7
I almost didn't notice all the roses
G A
And the note that said...
D Em7
Our song is the slamming screen door,
G A
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
D Em7 G
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When you're on the phone and you talk real slow
A D
Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Em7
Our song is the way you laugh
G A
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, but I should have"
Em7 A Em7
And when I got home ... before I said amen
D G
Asking God if he could play it again
D Em7 G A
Da da da da
D Em7 G A
Em7 G
I've heard every album, listened to the radio
D A Em7
Waited for something to come along
G
That was as good as our song
D Em7
Cause our song is the slamming screen door
G A D
Sneaking out late, tapping on his window
Em7 G
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
A D
Cause it's late and his mama don't know
Em7
Our song is the way he laughs
G A
The first date "man, I didn't kiss him, and I could have"
Em7 A Em7
And when I got home ... before I said amen
D G D Em7 G A
Asking God if he could play it again...
D Em7 G A D Em7 G A
Play it again... Ho yea ho yea
D Em7
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
G A
In the front seat of his car
D Em7
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
G
And I... wrote down our song
