Sunday Driver Blue County
Oh Yeah
[C]His left elbow,[F] is hangin out the w[C]indow[F].
[F]His left fi[C]nger[G] is steering the [C]wheel.
[C]His right [Em]arm is wrapped around his s[Am]weetheart.
And it’s a p[G]aradise inside his love mobile.
Well I am s[C]tuck he[F]re, right behi[C]nd hi[F]m.
I’m held [C]hostage by the d[G]ouble yellow li[C]nes.
[C]The sign say fifty [Em]five. He’s goin’ t[Am]hi--rty
and its c[G]lear that he has no concern for time.
CHORUS
He’s a S[F]unday, Sunday dr[C]iver.
G Am’ C
He don’t want to get get his baby home to soon.
He’s a S[F]unday, Sunday dr[C]iver.
In the mi[G]ddle of my Thursday aftern[C]oon.
[C]Oh I will not [F] flash my he[C]adlig[F]hts.
Ohho no I w[C]ill not h[G]onk my h[C]orn.
[C]Cause I know, I [Em]know just what he’s [Am]feelin’
cause I’ve be[G]en in that sweet driver’s seat before.
CHORUS
He’s a S[F]unday, Sunday dr[C]iver.
G Am’ C
He don’t want to get get his baby home to soon.
He’s a S[F]unday, Sunday dr[C]iver.
In the mi[G]ddle of my Thursday aftern[C]oon.
There’s a g[Am]rowin’ line of a[F]ngry cars beh[C]ind us.
It’s a [F]centipede of metal single f[C]ile.
But I w[Am]ill not in[F]terrupt his ro[C]mance.
Well I’ll [G]be his guardian angel for a while.
CHORUS
He’s a S[F]unday, Sunday dr[C]iver.
G Am’ C
He don’t want to get get his baby home to soon.
He’s a Su[F]nday, Sunday d[C]river.
In the mid[G]dle of my Thursday after[C]noon.
Yeah-ah in the mi[G]ddle of my Thursday aftern[C]oon.
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