Taylor Swift – Our Song

 

Taylor Swift - Our Song

Written By: Taylor Swift

Vocals: Taylor Swift

Additional Recording: Nathan Chapman

Assistant Mixing Engineer: Greg Lawrence

Mastering Engineer: Hank Williams (Mastering Engineer)

Assistant Engineer: Aaron Chmielewski

Drums: Nick Buda

Harmony Vocals: Taylor Swift & Nathan Chapman

Electric Guitar: Nathan Chapman

Recording Engineer: Chad Carlson

Acoustic Guitar: Taylor Swift & Nathan Chapman

Mixing Engineer: Chuck Ainlay

Labeling: Machine Records

Bass: Tim Marks

Recorded At: Quad Studios Nashville

Release Date: October 24, 2006

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 thinking 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

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