D Emi G A (2x)
D Emi G A
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
D Emi
He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
G A
The other on my heart
D Emi
I look around, turn the radio down
G A
He says baby is something wrong?
D Emi G A
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song
And he says...
D Emi
Our song is the slamming screen door,
G A
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
D Emi G
When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow
A D
Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
Emi
Our song is the way you laugh
G A
The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”
Emi A Emi
And when I got home ... before I said amen
D G
Asking God if he could play it again
D Emi G A
D Emi G A
I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day
D Emi
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
G A
And lost and thrown away
D Emi G A
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed
D Emi
I almost didn’t notice all the roses
G A
And the note that said...
D Emi
Our song is the slamming screen door,
G A
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
D Emi G
When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow
A D
Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
Emi
Our song is the way you laugh
G A
The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”
Emi A Emi
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 Emi G A
Emi G
I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
D A Emi
Waited for something to come along
G
That was as good as our song
D Emi
Cause our song is the slamming screen door
G A D
Sneaking out late, tapping on his window
Emi G
When we’re on the phone and he talks real slow
A D
Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know
Emi
Our song is the way he laughs
G A
The first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”
Emi A Emi
And when I got home ... before I said amen
D G D Emi G A
Asking God if he could play it again...
D Emi G A D Emi G A
Play it again... Ho yea ho yea
D Emi
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
G A
In the front seat of his car
D Emi
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
G
And I... wrote down our song
