Chords For Our Song By Taylor Swift

Intro

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Verse 1

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

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DOur song is the Emslamming screen door

GSneaking out late, tapping Aon your window

DWhen we’re on the pEmhone and you talk rGeal 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, and I should have”

EmAnd when I got Ahome, before I said aEmmen

Asking GodD if Ghe could play it again

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Verse 2

DI was walking up the Emfront porch steps

After Geverything Athat day

Had Dgone all wrong or been Emtrampled on

GAnd lost and thrown Aaway

DGot to the hallway, Emwell on my way

GTo my loving bed

I Dalmost didn’t notice Emall the roses

GAnd the note thatA said…

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DOur song is the sEmlamming screen door

GSneaking out late, tapping Aon your window

DWhen we’re on the pEmhone 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, and I should have”

EmAnd when I got Ahome, before I said aAmmen

Asking GodD if Ghe could play it again

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Bridge

I’ve Emheard every album, listened Gto the radio

DWaited for Asomething to Emcome along

That was as Ggood as our song

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DCause our song is the Emslamming screen door

GSneaking out late, tapping Con his window

When we’re on the Emphone and he talks real Gslow

Cause it’s late Aand his mama don’t Dknow

Our song is the Emway he laughs

The Gfirst date: “Man, I didn’t Akiss him, and I should 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… oh yDeaEmh, oGh Ayeah

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