Sunday Driver Songtext
von Blue County

His left elbow
Is hangin′ out the window
His left finger
Is steerin' the wheel
His right arm is
Wrapped around his sweetheart
And it′s a paradise
Inside his love mobile

I am stuck here
Right behind him
I'm held hostage by the double yellow line
The sign says 55, he's goin′ 30
And it′s clear that he has no concern for time


He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
He don′t want to get his baby home too soon
He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon

Oh, I will not blink my headlights, oh no
I will not honk my horn
′Cause I know, I know just what he's feelin′
'Cause I've been in that sweet driver′s seat before

He′s a Sunday, a Sunday driver
He don't want to get his baby home too soon
He′s a Sunday, a Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon

There's a growin′ line of angry cars behind us
It's a centipede of metal, a single file
But I will not interrupt his romance
I′ll be his guardian angel for a while


He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
He don't want to get his baby home too soon
He′s a Sunday, a Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon