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D Em G A x2 

      D                      Em                 G                 A 
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” 
Em             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” 
Em             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” 
Em             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