I was ridin' shot gun
with my hair undone
on the front seat of his car
he's got a one hand feel
on the steering wheel
the other on my heart
I looked around
turn the radio down
he says: 'Baby is something wrong?'
I say: 'nothing i was just thinkin'
how we don't have a song!'
And he says:


"Our Song is a slammer screen door
Sneakin' out late
tapping on your window,
when we're on the phone
and you talk real slow,
cause it's late and your Mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date: 'man, i didn't kissed her
and i should have!'

and when I got home
befor I said Amen
askin' god if he
could play it again!"

I was walkin' at the front porch-steps
after ev'rything that day
It gone all wrong
I'd been trampled on
and last and thrown away
Got to the hall way
well on my way, to my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice
all the roses and the note that said:

"Our Song is a slammer screen door
Sneakin' out late
tapping on your window,
when we're on the phone
and you talk real slow,
cause it's late and your Mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date: 'man, i didn't kissed her
and i should have!'

and when I got home
befor I said Amen
askin' god if he
could play it again!"

lada da da

I've heard ev'ry album
listen'd to the radio
waitin' for something to come allong
that wasn't good as our song

'Cause our song is a slammer screen door
sneakin' out late
tappin' on his window
when we're on the phone
and he talks real slow,
cause it's late and his Mama don't know
Our song is the way he laughs
the first date: "man, I didn't kiss him
and I should have!"

And when I got home
befor I said Amen
askin' god if he
could play it again,
ah play it again, oh yeah, ohh oh yeah

I was ridin' shut gun
with my hair undone
in the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pan and an old napkin
and I wrote down our song
I was ridin' shot gun
with my hair undone
on the front seat of his car
he's got a one hand feel
on the steering wheel
the other on my heart
I looked around
turn the radio down
he says: 'Baby is something wrong?'
I say: 'nothing i was just thinkin'
how we don't have a song!'
And he says:


"Our Song is a slammer screen door
Sneakin' out late
tapping on your window,
when we're on the phone
and you talk real slow,
cause it's late and your Mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date: 'man, i didn't kissed her
and i should have!'

and when I got home
befor I said Amen
askin' god if he
could play it again!"

I was walkin' at the front porch-steps
after ev'rything that day
It gone all wrong
I'd been trampled on
and last and thrown away
Got to the hall way
well on my way, to my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice
all the roses and the note that said:

"Our Song is a slammer screen door
Sneakin' out late
tapping on your window,
when we're on the phone
and you talk real slow,
cause it's late and your Mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date: 'man, i didn't kissed her
and i should have!'

and when I got home
befor I said Amen
askin' god if he
could play it again!"

lada da da

I've heard ev'ry album
listen'd to the radio
waitin' for something to come allong
that wasn't good as our song

'Cause our song is a slammer screen door
sneakin' out late
tappin' on his window
when we're on the phone
and he talks real slow,
cause it's late and his Mama don't know
Our song is the way he laughs
the first date: "man, I didn't kiss him
and I should have!"

And when I got home
befor I said Amen
askin' god if he
could play it again,
ah play it again, oh yeah, ohh oh yeah

I was ridin' shut gun
with my hair undone
in the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pan and an old napkin
and I wrote down our song