Fresh Out The Slammer - Taylor Swift, ukulele chords

Published: 2024-04-23 14:47
Selection chords: Katie Paterson

Intro:
Gmaj7                                       Cmaj7
 Now, pretty baby, Iʼm running back home to you
 Gmaj7                                                   Cmaj7
 Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to
 Gmaj7
 Fresh out the slammer

Verse:
  Gmaj7
 Another summer taking cover
 Em7                           Cmaj7        G
 Rolling thunder, he donʼt understand me
 Gmaj7                             Em7                           Cmaj7      G
 Splintered back in winter, silent dinner, bitter he was with her in dreams
 Gmaj7
 Grey and blue and fights in tunnnels
 Em7
 Handcuffed to the spell I was under
Cmaj7                 G
 For just one hour of sunshine
 Gmaj7
 Years of labor, locks, and ceilings
 Em7
 In the shade of how he was feeling
Cmaj7                      G
 Itʼs gonna be alright, I did my time

Chorus:
 Gmaj7                                      Cmaj7
 Now, pretty baby, Iʼm running back home to you
 Gmaj7                                                   Cmaj7
 Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to
 Gmaj7
 Fresh out the slammer

Verse:
 Gmaj7
 Camera flashes, welcome bashes
 Em7                            Cmaj7              G
 Get the matches, toss the ashes off the ledge
           Gmaj7                         Em7
 As I said in my letters now that I know better
                      Cmaj7          G
 I will never lose my baby again
 Gmaj7
 My friends tried but I wouldnʼt hear it
 Em7
 Watched me daily disappearing
Cmaj7                    G
 For just one glimpse of his smile
 Gmaj7
 All those nights he kept me going
 Em7
 Squirreled you into all of my poems
Cmaj7                              G
 Now weʼre at the starting line, I did my time

Chorus:
 Gmaj7                 Em7           Cmaj7
 Now, pretty baby, Iʼm running to the house we still wait up in
             G
 That porch light gleams
        Gmaj7                                  Em7
 To the one who says Iʼm the girl of his American dreams
        Cmaj7
 And no matter what Iʼve done, it wouldnʼt matter anyway
          G                                                Gmaj7
 Ainʼt no way Iʼm gonna screw up now that I know whatʼs at stake
 Gmaj7       Em7                           Cmaj7
 Here at the park where we used to sit on childrenʼs swings
        G                Gmaj7  Em7
 Wearing imaginary rings
                              Cmaj7        G
 But itʼs gonna be alright, I did my time