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[Intro]D Em G A x2[Verse]D Em G AI was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his carD EmHe’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheelG AThe other on my heartD EmI look around, turn the radio downG AHe says baby is something wrong?D Em G AI say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a songAnd he says...[Chorus]D EmOur song is the slamming screen door,G ASneakin’ out late, tapping on your windowD Em GWhen you’re on the phone and you talk real slowA DCause it’s late and your mama don’t knowEmOur song is the way you laughG AThe first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”Em A EmAnd when I got home ... before I said amenD GAsking God if he could play it again[Instrumental]D Em G A[Verse]D Em G AI was walking up the front porch steps after everything that dayD EmHad gone all wrong or been trampled onG AAnd lost and thrown awayD Em G AGot to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bedD EmI almost didn’t notice all the rosesG AAnd the note that said...[Chorus]D EmOur song is the slamming screen door,G ASneakin’ out late, tapping on your windowD Em GWhen you’re on the phone and you talk real slowA DCause it’s late and your mama don’t knowEmOur song is the way you laughG AThe first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”Em A EmAnd when I got home ... before I said amenD GAsking God if he could play it again[Interlude]D Em G ADa da da daD Em G A[Bridge]Em GI’ve heard every album, listened to the radioD A EmWaited for something to come alongGThat was as good as our song[Chorus]D EmCause our song is the slamming screen doorG A DSneaking out late, tapping on his windowEm GWhen we’re on the phone and he talks real slowA DCause it’s late and his mama don’t knowEmOur song is the way he laughsG AThe first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”Em A EmAnd when I got home ... before I said amenD G D Em G AAsking God if he could play it again...D Em G A D Em G APlay it again... Ho yea ho yeaD EmI was riding shotgun with my hair undoneG AIn the front seat of his carD EmI grabbed a pen and an old napkinGAnd I... wrote down our song