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