Fresh Out The Slammer
Recorded by Taylor Swift
Album: THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT: THE ANTHOROGY (2024)

(Capo on 2)

(Intro.)
|(G) / / / |(G) / / / |(C) / / / |(C) / / / |
(G)Now, pretty baby, I'm (Gmaj7)running back home to you (C)
(G)Fresh out the slammer, I (Gmaj7)know who my first call will be to (C)
(G)Fresh out the slammer

(Verse 1)
(G)Another summer taking cover
(Em)Rolling thunder, he don't under-(C)stand me
(G)Splintered back in winter, silent (Em)dinner
Bitter he was with her (C)in dreams
(G)Grey and blue and fights in tunnnels
(Em)Handcuffed to the spell I was under
(C) For just one hour of sunshine
(G)Years of labor, locks, and ceilings
(Em)In the shade of how he was feeling
(C) It's gonna be alright, I did my time

(Chorus)
(G)Now, pretty baby, I'm (Gmaj7)running back home to you (C)
(G)Fresh out the slammer, I (Gmaj7)know who my first call will be to (C)
(G)Fresh out the slammer, oh

(Verse 2)
(G)Camera flashes, welcome bashes
(Em)Get the matches, toss the ashes (C)off the ledge
 As I said (G)in my letters now that I know (Em)better
 I will never lose my (C)baby again
(G)My friends tried but I wouldn't hear it
(Em)Watched me daily disappearing
(C) For just one glimpse of his smile
(G)All those nights he kept me going
(Em)Swirled you into all of my poems
(C) Now we're at the starting line, I did my time

(Chorus)
(G)Now, pretty baby, I'm (Em)running to the (C)house we still wait up in
 That porch light (G) gleams
 To the (Em)one who says I'm the girl of his American (C) dreams
 And no (G)matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway
 Ain't no (C)way I'm gonna screw up now that I know what's at stake
 Here at the (G)park where we used to sit on children’s (C) swings
 Wearing (G)imaginary rings (C)
(G) But it's gonna be alright, I did my (Em)time - - - - -