Our Song Akkorde

I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone

In the front seat of his car

He's got a one-hand feel on the steerin' wheel

The other on my heart

I look around, turn the radio down

He says, "Baby, is somethin' wrong?"

I say, "Nothin', I was just thinkin'

How we don't have a song"

And he says

Our song is the slammin' screen door

Sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window

When we're on the phone and you talk real slow

'Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh

The first date, "Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"

And when I got home, 'fore I said amen

Askin' God if he could play it again

I was walkin' up the front porch steps

After everything that day

Had gone all wrong, had been trampled on

And lost and thrown away

Got to the hallway, well on my way

To my lovin' bed

I almost didn't notice all the roses

And the note that said

Our song is the slammin' screen door

Sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window

When we're on the phone and you talk real slow

'Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh

The first date, "Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"

And when I got home, 'fore I said amen

Askin' God if he could play it again

Da-da-da, da

I've heard every album, listened to the radio

Waited for somethin' to come along

That was as good as our song

'Cause our song is the slammin' screen door

Sneakin' out late, tappin' on his window

When we're on the phone and he talks real slow

'Cause it's late and his mama don't know

Our song is the way he laughs

The first date, "Man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have"

And when I got home, 'fore I said amen

Askin' God if he could play it again

Play it again

Oh, yeah

Oh, oh, yeah

I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone

In the front seat of his car

I grabbed a pen and an old napkin

And I wrote down our song