Letra de Sunday Driver - Blue County

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
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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
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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