I was (D)rid in’ shot gun with my (Em7)hair un done in the (G)front seat of his car.

He’s got a (D)one hand feel on the steer ing wheel, the (G)oth er on my heart.

I look a round, turn the (Em7)ra di o down.

He says, (G)“Ba by, is some thin’ wrong?”

I (D)say, “Noth in’.

I was (Em7)just think in’ how (G)we don’t have a song.”

(CN.C.)And he says, “Our song is a (Em7)slam min’ screen door, (G)sneak in’ out late, tap pin’ (A)on your win dow, when we’re on the phone and you talk real slow ’cause it’s late and your (A)ma ma don’t (D)know.

Our song is the (Em7)way you laugh, the (G)first date.

‘Man, I did n’t (A)kiss her and I should have.’” And when I got (A)home, ’fore I said, “A (Em7)men,” ask in’ God if (G)He

(CN.C.)could play it a gain.

I was walk in’ up the (Em7)front porch steps af ter ev ’ry thing that day had (D)gone all wrong, had been (Em7)tram pled on and a (G)lost and thrown a way.

(D)Got to the hall way, (Em7)well on my way (G)to my lov in’ bed.

I (D)al most did n’t no tice (Em7)all the ros es (G)and the note that said, (G)play (A)it a gain.

Da da da da.

I’ve (Em)heard ev ’ry al bum, lis tened (G)to the ra di o, wait ed for some thin’ to come (Em7)a long

that was as (G)good as our song.

’Cause our song is a (Em7)slam min’ screen door, (G)sneak in’ out late, tap pin’ (A)on his win (D)dow, when we’re on the phone and he talks real (CN.C.)slow ’cause it’s late (A)and his ma ma don’t (D)know.

Our song is the (Em7)way he laughs, the (G)first date, “Man, I did n’t (A)kiss him and I should have.” And when I got (A)home, ’fore I said, “A (Em7)men,” ask in’ God if (G)He

could play (A)it a gain.

Play it a (D)gain.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, oh, yeah.

I was (D)rid in’ shot gun with my (Em7)hair un done in the (G)front seat of his car.

I grabbed a pen and an (Em7)old nap kin and I wrote down our song.