Taylor Swift – Our Song chords
Chords:
Chords used: D,A,Em,Gi', a bit unsure on the ending of the chorus, the 'but when i got home' part, butapart from that i think that it sounds prety much spot on! :) enjoy!!! No Capo D,A,Em,G x2D A Em GI was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his carD EmHes 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 dont have a songN.CAnd he says...D EmOur song is the slamming screen door,G ASneakin out late, tapping on your windowD Em GWhen youre on the phone and you talk real slowA DCause its late and your mama dont knowEmOur song is the way you laughG AThe first date man, I didnt kiss her, but I should haveEm G EmAnd when I got home ... before I said amenG AAsking God if he could play it againD Em G AD Em G AI was walking up the front porch steps after everything the dayD EmHad gone all wrong or been trampled onG AAnd lost and thrown a-waaayD Em G AGot to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin bedD EmI almost didnt notice all the rosesG AAnd the note that said...D EmOur song is the slamming screen door,G ASneakin out late, tapping on your windowD Em GWhen youre on the phone and you talk real slowA DCause its late and your mama dont knowEmOur song is the way you laughG AThe first date man, I didnt kiss her, but I should haveEm G EmAnd when I got home ... before I said amenG AAsking God if he could play it againD Em G A Da da da daD Em G AEm GIve heard every album, listened to the radioD A EmWaited for something to come alongGThat was as good as our songD EmCause our song is the slamming screen doorG A DSneaking out late, tapping on his windowEm GWhen were on the phone and he talks real slowA DCause its late and his mama dont knowEmOur song is the way he laughsG AThe first date man, I didnt kiss him, and I could haveEm G EmAnd when I got home ... before I said amenG A D Em G AAsking God if he could play it again...D Em G A D Em G APlay it again... oh o yea o yea 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---