OUR SONG - TAYLOR SWIFT

OUR SONG
Taylor Swift

Intr.: 2x (D Em G A)

          D                                
I was riding shotgun
             Em                       G                    A
with my hair undone 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                       G                       A
I say nothing I was just thinking 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 you’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, but I should have”
   Em                           A                                  Em
And when I got home ... before I said amen
                     G                             D Em G A
Asking God if he could play it again

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

  D                         Em                    G                  A
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed
  D                   Em
I almost didn’t notice all the roses
G                           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 you’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, but I should have”
Em                     A                                 Em
And when I got home ... before I said amen
                        G                        D
Asking God if he could play it again
D Em G A                     ( D Em G A )
                 Da da da da

     Em                                          G
I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
   D               A                 Em                                        G
Waited for something to come along... That was as good as our song

D                            Em
   Our song is the slamming screen door,
      G                                  A
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
D                                  Em                         G
   When you’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, but I should have”
Em                     A                                 Em
And when I got home ... before I said amen
                       G                         D   Em  G  A                 D Em G A         D Em G A
Asking God if he could play it again                 Play it again... Ho yea ho yea

           D                                 Em
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
              G                    A
In the front seat of his car
D                                   Em                                 G
   I grabbed a pen and an old napkin    And I... wrote down our song