CHORDS: Taylor Swift – Fresh Out The Slammer Chords on Piano & Ukulele

These are Fresh Out The Slammer chords by Taylor Swift on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar, and Keyboard.

[Intro]
Amaj7             
 Now, pretty baby,
 I\'m running back home
    Dmaj7
to you
 Amaj7                
 Fresh out the slammer,
 I know who my first
               Dmaj7
 call will be to
 Amaj7
 Fresh out the slammer

[Verse 1]
  Amaj7
 Another summer 
taking cover
 F#m7            
 Rolling thunder,
               Dmaj7    
 he don\'t understand me
    A
 Amaj7                    
 Splintered back in winter,
         F#m7            
 silent dinner, bitter he 
               Dmaj7      A
was with her in dreams
 Amaj7
 Grey and blue and 
fights in tunnnels
 F#m7
 Handcuffed to the
 spell I was under
Dmaj7             
 For just one hour
    A
 of sunshine
 Amaj7
 Years of labor, locks,
 and ceilings
 F#m7
 In the shade of how
 he was feeling
Dmaj7                
 It\'s gonna be alright,
      A
 I did my time

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[Chorus]
 Amaj7           
 Now, pretty baby,
 I\'m running back home
     Dmaj7
 to you
 Amaj7                
 Fresh out the slammer,
 I know who my first 
               Dmaj7
call will be to
 Amaj7
 Fresh out the slammer

[Verse 2]
 Amaj7
 Camera flashes,
 welcome bashes
 F#m7            
 Get the matches,
                Dmaj7  
 toss the ashes off the 
            A
ledge
           Amaj7       
 As I said in my letters 
                  F#m7
now that I know better
 I will never lose 
     Dmaj7          A
my baby again
 Amaj7
 My friends tried but
 I wouldn\'t hear it
 F#m7
 Watched me daily
 disappearing
Dmaj7                
 For just one glimpse 
    A
of his smile
 Amaj7
 All those nights
 he kept me going
 F#m7
 Squirreled you into
 all of my poems
Dmaj7                     
 Now we\'re at the starting
         A
 line, I did my time

[Chorus]
 Amaj7            
 Now, pretty baby,
     F#m7           Dmaj7
 I\'m running to the house
we still wait up in
             A
 That porch light gleams
        Amaj7           
 To the one who says I\'m
                       F#m7
the girl of his American dreams
        Dmaj7
 And no matter what I\'ve done,
 it wouldn\'t matter anyway
          A            
 Ain\'t no way I\'m gonna
 screw up now that I know
           Amaj7
 what\'s at stake
 Amaj7       F#m7      
 Here at the park where
                     Dmaj7
 we used to sit on children\'s
 swings
        A         
 Wearing imaginary
       Amaj7  F#m7
 rings
                          
 But it\'s gonna be alright,
    Dmaj7        A
 I did my time