Fresh Out The Slammer taby ukulele według Taylor Swift

[Intro]
A                                          D
Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin' back home to you
A                                                       D       
Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to
A
(Fresh out the slammer, oh)

[Verse 1]
 A                           F#m
Another summer takin' cover, rolling thunder
              D
He don't understand me
A                                 F#m
Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter
                D
He was with her in dreams

[Pre-Chorus]
A
Gray and blue and fights and tunnels
F#m
Handcuffed to the spell I was under
D                    A
For just one hour of sunshine
A
Years of labor, locks, and ceilings
F#m
In the shade of how he was feeling
D                             A
But it's gonna be alright, I did my time

[Chorus]
A                                          D
Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin' back home to you
A                                                       D       
Frеsh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to
A
(Frеsh out the slammer, oh)

[Verse 2]
A                               F#m
Camera flashes, welcome bashes, get the matches
               D
Toss the ashes off the ledge
A                                        F#m
As I said in my letters, now that I know better
                     D
I will never lose my baby again

[Pre-Chorus]
A
My friends tried, but I wouldn't hear it
F#m
Watch me daily disappearing
D                       A
For just one glimpse of his smile
A
All those nights, he kept me goin'
F#m
Swirled you into all of my poems
D                                 A
Now we're at the starting line, I did my time

[Chorus]
A                     F#m
Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin'

[Bridge]
       D                                            A
To the house where you still wait up and that porch light gleams (Gleams)
       A                                      F#m
To the one who says I'm the girl of his American dreams
       D
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 what's at stake here
       F#m                            D
At the park where we used to sit on children's swings
       A
Wearing imaginary rings

[Outro]
F#m                          D            A
But it's gonna be alright, I did my time