Blue County Album: Blue County Track: Sunday Driver
Sunday Driver Lyrics
His left elbow is hanging out the window His left finger steerin'€™ the wheel His right arm is wrapped around his sweetheart And it'€™s paradise in his love mobile
And I'€™m stuck here right behind him Held hostage by the double yellow line The sign says 55, he'€™s going thirty And it'€™s clear that he has no concern for time
(Chorus:) He '€˜s a Sunday, Sunday driver He don'€™t want to get his baby home too soon He'€™s a Sunday driver In the middle of my Thursday afternoon
But I will not blink my headlights No, I will not honk my horn Cause I know (I know) just what he'€™s feeling Cause I'€™ve been in that sweet driver'€™s seat before
(Chorus:) He '€˜s a Sunday, a Sunday driver He don'€™t want to get his baby home too soon He'€™s a Sunday driver In the middle of my Thursday afternoon
There'€™s a growing line of angry cars behind us Like a centipede of metal single file But I will not let them interrupt his romance I'€™ll be his guardian angel for awhile
(Chorus:) He '€˜s a Sunday, a Sunday driver He don'€™t want to get his baby home too soon He'€™s a Sunday, Sunday driver In the middle of my Thursday afternoon
