D Em G A D Em G A

       D                      Em
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
         G                A
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
I say, ?Nothing I was just thinking
     G               A
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 we'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 and I should have
G                 A                   Em7
  And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
          D/F# G                  D  Em G A
Asking God if He could play it again


D                       Em
 I was walking up the front porch steps
   G                   A
After everything that day
     D                       Em7
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
     G              A
And lost and thrown away


 D                   Em
Got to the hallway, well, on my way
 G            A
To my lovin' bed
  D              Em             G
I almost didn't notice all the roses
                 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 we'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 and I should have
G                 A                   Em
  And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
          D/F# G                  D  Em G A
Asking God if He could play it again

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D Em G A 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              
Sneakin' out late, tapping on his window
D                    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 her and I should have
G                 A                   Em
  And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
          D/F# G                  D Em G 
Asking God if He could play it again
  A        D Em G A
Play it again, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah


       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