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