Easy MIDI - Taylor Swift - Our Song (Atlantic Notes Arrangement + Tempo + Colors + Key) (Patreon)

Taylor Swift - Our Song (Easy Piano Tutorial)

✨ Easy Piano Tutorial/How to play song "Our Song" by "Taylor Swift". 🎹 MIDI (Patreon): https://www.patreon.com/AtlanticNotes 🎹 Direct MIDI Link: 🎵 Performance Channel: @Atlantic Lights ⭐ Special Thanks to my Patreons: Jimmyco Cordova, TP1337, Lil-Raft, David Oliveira Jr, Mac Kolda, Oliveira Technologies, Samantha Creasey, Princes Angela Adarayan-Fensley, Filipe Viana, Claps Arno, Poppy Jones, Yannick Streibert, Jason Buchheim, Jack Daoud, Rbr194, Brendan Dolan, Baylee Greatne, Heather Power, Kudou Kai, Vanessa Amado, Jansakran Pupongsak, Myke Julian, Amélie, Rebekah Tay, Pablo Solis, Vincent, Orlando Barrios, Zedero, Christian, Karin Wir, Bibi Volp, R3x, Barbara Schiola, Jonathan Gruber, Sebastian Schafer, Gurky, Glennonj, Jonathan Sanchez, Rossi, Baney, Darren Paxton, Ryan, Cyrus Remedios, David Robinson, Api & Annette Spitzlay. Lyrics: I was riding 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 walking 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 Asking God if he could play it again Play it again, oh, yeah I was riding 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