OUR SONG Taylor Swift Tabbed by: Krista Email: leavethepieces@gmail.com Tuning: Standard There's more than one way you could play this, I'm not sure how Taylor plays it because she mutes it a bit, so you don't really hear the high strings. D Em G A or D Em7 G Asus4 e|-2---0---3---0-| e|-2----0----3----0-| B|-3---0---3---2-| B|-3----3----3----3-| G|-2---0---0---2-| G|-2----0----0----2-| D|-0---2---0---2-| D|-0----2----2----2-| A|-x---2---2---0-| A|-x----2----2----0-| E|-x---0---3---x-| E|-x----0----0----x-| (You could even play Em7: 022033 and Asus4 x02233) D Em G A x2

I was ^Driding shotgun with my ^Emhair undone in the ^Gfront seat of his ^Acar He's got a ^Done-hand feel on th^Eme steering wheel The ^Gother on my^A 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...

^DOur song is the ^Emslamming screen door, ^GSneakin' out late, tapping ^Aon your window ^DWhen you're on the ^Emphone 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, but I should have" ^EmAnd when I got ^Ahome ... before I said a^Emmen Asking God^D if ^Ghe could play it again

D Em G A

^DI was walking up the ^Emfront porch steps after ^Geverything ^Athe day Had ^Dgone all wrong or been ^Emtrampled on And ^Glost and thrown a^Away ^DGot to the hallway, ^Emwell on my way ^Gto my lovin' ^Abed I ^Dalmost didn't notice ^Emall the roses ^GAnd the note that^A said...

^D ^Em ^G ^A Da da da da D Em G A

I've ^Emheard every album, listened ^Gto the radio ^DWaited for ^Asomething to ^Emcome along That was as ^Ggood as our song

^DCause our song is the ^Emslamming screen door ^GSneaking out late, tapping ^Aon his win^Ddow When we're on the ^Emphone and he talks real ^Gslow Cause it's late^A and his mama don't ^Dknow Our song is the ^Emway he laughs The ^Gfirst date "man, I didn't ^Akiss him, and I could have" ^EmAnd when I got ^Ahome ... before I said a^Emmen Asking God^D if ^Ghe could play it a^Dga^Emin.^G..^A

Play it a^Dga^Emin.^G..^A Ho y^Dea^Em ho^G y^Aea 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