[intro] x2 D Em7 G A [verse] D Em7 G A I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car D Em7 He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel G A The other on my heart D Em7 I look around, turn the radio down G A He says baby is something wrong? D Em7 G A I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song And he says... [chorus] D Em7 Our song is the slamming screen door, G A Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window D Em7 G When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow A D Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know Em7 Our song is the way you laugh G A The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have” Em7 A Em7 And when I got home ... before I said amen D G Asking God if he could play it again [interlude] D Em7 G A [verse] D Em7 G A I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day D Em7 Had gone all wrong or been trampled on G A And lost and thrown away D Em7 G A Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed D Em7 I almost didn’t notice all the roses G A And the note that said... [chorus] D Em7 Our song is the slamming screen door, G A Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window D Em7 G When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow A D Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know Em7 Our song is the way you laugh G A The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have” Em7 A Em7 And when I got home ... before I said amen D G Asking God if he could play it again [interlude] D Em7 G A Da da da da D Em7 G A [bridge] Em7 G I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio D A Em7 Waited for something to come along G That was as good as our song [chorus] D Em7 Cause our song is the slamming screen door G A D Sneaking out late, tapping on his window Em7 G When we’re on the phone and he talks real slow A D Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know Em7 Our song is the way he laughs G A The first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I should have” Em7 A Em7 And when I got home ... before I said amen D G D Em7 G A Asking God if he could play it again... D Em7 G A D Em7 G A Play it again... Ho yea ho yea D Em7 I was riding shotgun with my hair undone G A In the front seat of his car D Em7 I grabbed a pen and an old napkin G And I... wrote down our song