Fresh Out The Slammer - Taylor Swift, ukulele chords

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

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

Verse:
  G#maj7
 Another summer taking cover
 Fm7                           C#maj7        G#
 Rolling thunder, he donʼt understand me
 G#maj7                             Fm7                           C#maj7      G#
 Splintered back in winter, silent dinner, bitter he was with her in dreams
 G#maj7
 Grey and blue and fights in tunnnels
 Fm7
 Handcuffed to the spell I was under
C#maj7                 G#
 For just one hour of sunshine
 G#maj7
 Years of labor, locks, and ceilings
 Fm7
 In the shade of how he was feeling
C#maj7                      G#
 Itʼs gonna be alright, I did my time

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

Verse:
 G#maj7
 Camera flashes, welcome bashes
 Fm7                            C#maj7              G#
 Get the matches, toss the ashes off the ledge
           G#maj7                         Fm7
 As I said in my letters now that I know better
                      C#maj7          G#
 I will never lose my baby again
 G#maj7
 My friends tried but I wouldnʼt hear it
 Fm7
 Watched me daily disappearing
C#maj7                    G#
 For just one glimpse of his smile
 G#maj7
 All those nights he kept me going
 Fm7
 Squirreled you into all of my poems
C#maj7                              G#
 Now weʼre at the starting line, I did my time

Chorus:
 G#maj7                 Fm7           C#maj7
 Now, pretty baby, Iʼm running to the house we still wait up in
             G#
 That porch light gleams
        G#maj7                                  Fm7
 To the one who says Iʼm the girl of his American dreams
        C#maj7
 And no matter what Iʼve done, it wouldnʼt matter anyway
          G#                                                G#maj7
 Ainʼt no way Iʼm gonna screw up now that I know whatʼs at stake
 G#maj7       Fm7                           C#maj7
 Here at the park where we used to sit on childrenʼs swings
        G#                G#maj7  Fm7
 Wearing imaginary rings
                              C#maj7        G#
 But itʼs gonna be alright, I did my time