Fresh Out The Slammer - Taylor Swift, ukulele chords

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

Intro:
Bmaj7                                       Emaj7
 Now, pretty baby, Iʼm running back home to you
 Bmaj7                                                   Emaj7
 Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to
 Bmaj7
 Fresh out the slammer

Verse:
  Bmaj7
 Another summer taking cover
 G#m7                           Emaj7        B
 Rolling thunder, he donʼt understand me
 Bmaj7                             G#m7                           Emaj7      B
 Splintered back in winter, silent dinner, bitter he was with her in dreams
 Bmaj7
 Grey and blue and fights in tunnnels
 G#m7
 Handcuffed to the spell I was under
Emaj7                 B
 For just one hour of sunshine
 Bmaj7
 Years of labor, locks, and ceilings
 G#m7
 In the shade of how he was feeling
Emaj7                      B
 Itʼs gonna be alright, I did my time

Chorus:
 Bmaj7                                      Emaj7
 Now, pretty baby, Iʼm running back home to you
 Bmaj7                                                   Emaj7
 Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to
 Bmaj7
 Fresh out the slammer

Verse:
 Bmaj7
 Camera flashes, welcome bashes
 G#m7                            Emaj7              B
 Get the matches, toss the ashes off the ledge
           Bmaj7                         G#m7
 As I said in my letters now that I know better
                      Emaj7          B
 I will never lose my baby again
 Bmaj7
 My friends tried but I wouldnʼt hear it
 G#m7
 Watched me daily disappearing
Emaj7                    B
 For just one glimpse of his smile
 Bmaj7
 All those nights he kept me going
 G#m7
 Squirreled you into all of my poems
Emaj7                              B
 Now weʼre at the starting line, I did my time

Chorus:
 Bmaj7                 G#m7           Emaj7
 Now, pretty baby, Iʼm running to the house we still wait up in
             B
 That porch light gleams
        Bmaj7                                  G#m7
 To the one who says Iʼm the girl of his American dreams
        Emaj7
 And no matter what Iʼve done, it wouldnʼt matter anyway
          B                                                Bmaj7
 Ainʼt no way Iʼm gonna screw up now that I know whatʼs at stake
 Bmaj7       G#m7                           Emaj7
 Here at the park where we used to sit on childrenʼs swings
        B                Bmaj7  G#m7
 Wearing imaginary rings
                              Emaj7        B
 But itʼs gonna be alright, I did my time