Our Song piano leadsheet with chords

I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car.

He's got a onehand feel on the steering wheel,

the other on my heart.

I look around, turn the radio down.

He says, "Baby, is somethin' wrong?"

I say, "Nothin', I was just thinkin' how we don't have a song."

And he says,

"Our song is a slammin' screen door,

sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window,

when we're on the phone and you talk real slow 'cause it's late and your mama don't know.

Our song is the way you laugh,

the first date, 'Man, I didn't kiss her and I should have.'"

And when I got home, 'fore I said,

"Amen," askin' God if He could play it again.

I was walkin' up the front porch steps after ev'rything that day had gone all wrong,

had been trampled on and alost and thrown away.

Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed.

I almost didn't notice all the roses and the note that said,

play it again.

Da, da, da, da.

I've heard ev'ry album, listened to the radio,

waited for somethin' to come along that was as good as our song.

'Cause our song is a slammin' screen door,

sneakin' out late, tappin' on his window,

when we're on the phone and he talks real slow 'cause it's late and his mama don't know.

Our song is the way he laughs,

the first date, "Man, I didn't kiss him and I should have."

And when I got home, 'fore I said,

"Amen," askin' God if he could play it again.

Play it again.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, oh, yeah.

I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car.

I grabbed a pen and an old napkin and I wrote down our song.