Our Song

Taylor Swift
Created: Mon, May 26 2025
Latest changes: Mon, May 26 2025
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A
D
G
Em
Intro
D D
Em Em
G G
A A
D D
Em Em
G G
A A
Verse
I
was
D
riding
shotgun
with
my
Em
hair
undone
in
the
G
front
seat
of
his
A
car
He’s
got
a
D
one-hand
feel
on
th Em
e
steering
wheel
The
G
other
on
my A
heart
D
I
look
around,
turn
the
Em
radio
down
He
says
G
baby
is
something
A
wrong?
I
D
say
nothing
I
was
Em
just
thinking
how
G
we
don’t
have
a
A
song
And
he
says...
Chorus
D
Our
song
is
the
Em
slamming
screen
door,
G
Sneakin’
out
late,
tapping
A
on
your
window
D
When
we’re
on
the
p Em
hone
and
you
talk
r G
eal
slow
Cause
it’s
A
late
and
your
mama
don’t
D
know
Our
song
is
the
Em
way
you
laugh
The
G
first
date
“man,
I
didn’t
A
kiss
her,
but
I
should
have”
Em
And
when
I
got
A
home
...
before
I
said
a Em
men
Asking
God D
if
G
he
could
play
it
again
Interlude
D D
Em Em
G G
A A
D D
Em Em
G G
A A
Verse
D
I
was
walking
up
the
Em
front
porch
steps
after
G
everything
A
that
day
Had
D
gone
all
wrong
or
been
Em
trampled
on
And
G
lost
and
thrown
a A
way
D
Got
to
the
hallway,
Em
well
on
my
way
G
to
my
lovin’
A
bed
I
D
almost
didn’t
notice
Em
all
the
roses
G
And
the
note
that A
said...
Chorus
D
Our
song
is
the
Em
slamming
screen
door,
G
Sneakin’
out
late,
tapping
A
on
your
window
D
When
we’re
on
the
p Em
hone
and
you
talk
r G
eal
slow
Cause
it’s
A
late
and
your
mama
don’t
D
know
Our
song
is
the
Em
way
you
laugh
The
G
first
date
“man,
I
didn’t
A
kiss
her,
but
I
should
have”
Em
And
when
I
got
A
home
...
before
I
said
a Em
men
Asking
God D
if
G
he
could
play
it
again
Interlude
D D
Em Em
G G
A A
Da
da
da
da
D D
Em Em
G G
A A
Bridge
I’ve
Em
heard
every
album,
listened
G
to
the
radio
D
Waited
for
A
something
to
Em
come
along
That
was
as
G
good
as
our
song
Chorus
D
Cause
our
song
is
the
Em
slamming
screen
door
G
Sneaking
out
late,
tapping
A
on
his
win D
dow
When
we’re
on
the
p Em
hone
and
he
talks
real
G
slow
Cause
it’s
late
A
and
his
mama
don’t
D
know
Our
song
is
the
Em
way
he
laughs
The
G
first
date
“man,
I
didn’t
A
kiss
him,
and
I
could
have”
Em
And
when
I
got
A
home
...
before
I
said
a Em
men
Asking
God D
if
G
he
could
play
it
a D
ga Em
in.
G G
A
Play
it
a D
gai Em
n.
G G
A
Ho
y D
ea Em
ho G
y A
ea
I
was
D
riding
shotgun
with
my
Em
hair
undone
In
the
G
front
seat
of
his
A
car
D
I
grabbed
a
pen
and
an
Em
old
napkin
And
I. G
..
wrote
down
our
song
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