Fresh Out The Slammer - Taylor Swift, ukulele chords

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

Intro:
A#maj7                                       D#maj7
 Now, pretty baby, Iʼm running back home to you
 A#maj7                                                   D#maj7
 Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to
 A#maj7
 Fresh out the slammer

Verse:
  A#maj7
 Another summer taking cover
 Gm7                           D#maj7        A#
 Rolling thunder, he donʼt understand me
 A#maj7                             Gm7                           D#maj7      A#
 Splintered back in winter, silent dinner, bitter he was with her in dreams
 A#maj7
 Grey and blue and fights in tunnnels
 Gm7
 Handcuffed to the spell I was under
D#maj7                 A#
 For just one hour of sunshine
 A#maj7
 Years of labor, locks, and ceilings
 Gm7
 In the shade of how he was feeling
D#maj7                      A#
 Itʼs gonna be alright, I did my time

Chorus:
 A#maj7                                      D#maj7
 Now, pretty baby, Iʼm running back home to you
 A#maj7                                                   D#maj7
 Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to
 A#maj7
 Fresh out the slammer

Verse:
 A#maj7
 Camera flashes, welcome bashes
 Gm7                            D#maj7              A#
 Get the matches, toss the ashes off the ledge
           A#maj7                         Gm7
 As I said in my letters now that I know better
                      D#maj7          A#
 I will never lose my baby again
 A#maj7
 My friends tried but I wouldnʼt hear it
 Gm7
 Watched me daily disappearing
D#maj7                    A#
 For just one glimpse of his smile
 A#maj7
 All those nights he kept me going
 Gm7
 Squirreled you into all of my poems
D#maj7                              A#
 Now weʼre at the starting line, I did my time

Chorus:
 A#maj7                 Gm7           D#maj7
 Now, pretty baby, Iʼm running to the house we still wait up in
             A#
 That porch light gleams
        A#maj7                                  Gm7
 To the one who says Iʼm the girl of his American dreams
        D#maj7
 And no matter what Iʼve done, it wouldnʼt matter anyway
          A#                                                A#maj7
 Ainʼt no way Iʼm gonna screw up now that I know whatʼs at stake
 A#maj7       Gm7                           D#maj7
 Here at the park where we used to sit on childrenʼs swings
        A#                A#maj7  Gm7
 Wearing imaginary rings
                              D#maj7        A#
 But itʼs gonna be alright, I did my time