D Em G A x2

D Em G A
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
D Em
Hes 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 dont 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 youre on the phone and you talk real slow
A D
Cause its late and your mama dont know
Em
Our song is the way you laugh
G A
The first date man, I didnt kiss her, but I should have
Em A Em
And when I got home ... before I said amen
D G
Asking God if he could play it again

D Em G A

D Em G A
I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day
D Em
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
G A
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 didnt 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 youre on the phone and you talk real slow
A D
Cause its late and your mama dont know
Em
Our song is the way you laugh
G A
The first date man, I didnt kiss her, but I should have
Em A Em
And when I got home ... before I said amen
D G
Asking God if he could play it again

D Em G A
Da da da da
D Em G A

Em G
Ive 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 D
Sneaking out late, tapping on his window
Em G
When were on the phone and he talks real slow
A D
Cause its late and his mama dont know
Em
Our song is the way he laughs
G A
The first date man, I didnt kiss him, and I could have
Em A Em
And when I got home ... before I said amen
D G D Em G A
Asking God if he could play it again...

D Em G A D Em G A
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
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
G
And I... wrote down our song