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D, Emi, G, A, x2
I was Driding shotgun with my Emhair undone in the Gfront seat of his Acar
He’s got a Done-hand feel on thEme steering wheel
The Gother on myA heart
DI look around, turn the Emradio down
He says Gbaby is something Awrong?
I Dsay nothing I was Emjust thinking how Gwe don’t have a Asong
And he says...
DOur song is the Emslamming screen door,
GSneakin’ out late, tapping Aon your window
DWhen you’re on the Emphone and you talk Greal slow
Cause it’s Alate and your mama don’t Dknow
Our song is the Emway you laugh
The Gfirst date “man, I didn’t Akiss her, but I should have”
EmAnd when I got Ahome ... before I said aEmmen
Asking GodD if Ghe could play it again
D, Emi, G, A
DI was walking up the Emfront porch steps after Geverything Athe day
Had Dgone all wrong or been Emtrampled on
And Glost and thrown aAway
DGot to the hallway, Emwell on my way Gto my lovin’ Abed
I Dalmost didn’t notice Emall the roses
GAnd the note thatA said...
DOur song is the Emslamming screen door,
GSneakin’ out late, tapping Aon your window
DWhen you’re on the Emphone and you talk Greal slow
Cause it’s Alate and your mama don’t Dknow
Our song is the Emway you laugh
The Gfirst date “man, I didn’t Akiss her, but I should have”
EmAnd when I got Ahome ... before I said aEmmen
Asking GodD if Ghe could play it again
D, Em, G, A Da da da da
D, Emi, G, A
I’ve Emheard every album, listened Gto the radio
DWaited for Asomething to Emcome along
That was as Ggood as our song
DCause our song is the Emslamming screen door
GSneaking out late, tapping Aon his winDdow
When we’re on the Emphone and he talks real Gslow
Cause it’s lateA and his mama don’t Dknow
Our song is the Emway he laughs
The Gfirst date “man, I didn’t Akiss him, and I could have”
EmAnd when I got Ahome ... before I said aEmmen
Asking GodD if Ghe could play it aDgaEmin.G..A
Play it aDgaEmin.G..A Ho yDeaEm hoG yAea
I was Driding shotgun with my Emhair undone
In the Gfront seat of his Acar
DI grabbed a pen and an Emold napkin
And I.G.. wrote down our song