Our Song Lyrics

I Was Ridin’ Shotgun With My Hair Undone
In The Front Seat Of His Car
He’s Got A One-hand Feel
On The Steering Wheel
The Other On My Heart
I Look 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 The Slamming 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 Kiss Her,
And I Should Have
And When I Got Home
Fore I Said, “amen”
Asking God If He Could Play It Again

I Was Walkin’ Up The Front Porch Steps
After Everything That Day
Had Gone All Wrong And Been Trampled On
And Lost And Thrown Away
Got To The Hallway
Well On My Way To My Lovin’ Bed
I Almost Didn’t Notice All The Roses
And The Note That Said

Our Song Is The Slamming 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 Kiss Her
And I Should Have”
And When I Got Home,
‘fore I Said, “amen”
Asking God If He Could Play It Again

I’ve Heard Every Album
Listened To The Radio
Waited For Something To Come Along
That Was As Good As Our Song

Cause Our Song Is The Slamming Screen Door
Sneakin’ Out Late
Tapping 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,
Fore I Said, “amen”
Askin’ God If He Could Play It Again
Play It Again

Oh, Yeah
Oh, Oh Yeah

I Was Ridin’ Shotgun With My Hair Undone
In The Front Seat Of His Car
I Grabbed A Pen And An Old Napkin
And I Wrote Down Our Song