Our Song

I was (F)ridin' shotgun with my (Gm7)hair undone in the (Bb)front seat of his car.

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

the (Bb)other on my (C)heart.

I look around, turn the (Gm7)radio down.

He says, (Bb)"Baby, is somethin' wrong?"

I (F)say, "Nothin', I was (Gm7)just thinkin' how (Bb)we don't have a song."

And he says,

(F)"Our song is a (Gm7)slammin' screen door,

(Bb)sneakin' out late, tappin' (C)on your window,

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

Our song is the (Gm7)way you laugh,

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

(Bb)And when I got (C)home, 'fore I said,

(Gm7)"Amen," askin' God (F)if (Bb)He could play it again.

(F)I was walkin' up the (Gm7)front porch steps after ev'rything that day

had (F)gone all wrong, had been (Gm7)trampled on and (Bb)alost and thrown away.

(F)Got to the hallway, (Gm7)well on my way (Bb)to my lovin' bed.

I (F)almost didn't notice (Gm7)all the roses (Bb)and the note (C)that said,

(Bb)play it (C)(F)again.

(C)Da, da, da, da.

(C)I've (Gm)heard ev'ry album, listened (Bb)to the radio,

(F)waited for (C)somethin' to come (Gm7)along

that was as (Bb)good as our song.

'Cause our song is a (Gm7)slammin' screen door,

(Bb)sneakin' out late, tappin' (C)on his (F)window,

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

Our song is the (Gm7)way he laughs,

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

(Bb)And when I got (C)home, 'fore I said,

(Gm7)"Amen," askin' God (F)if he could play (C)it again.

(C)Play it (F)again.

(F)Oh, yeah.

(Gm7)Oh, oh, yeah.

(C)I was (F)ridin' shotgun with my (Gm7)hair undone in the (Bb)front seat of his car.

(F)I grabbed a pen and an (Gm7)old napkin and I (Bb)wrote down our song.