Sunday Driver

Oh Yeah C F C F His left elbow, is hangin out the window. F C G C His left finger is steering the wheel. C Em Am His right arm is wrapped around his sweetheart. G And its a paradise inside his love mobile. C F C F Well I am stuck here, right behind him. C G C Im held hostage by the double yellow lines. C Em Am The sign say fifty five. Hes goin thi--rty G and its clear that he has no concern for time. CHORUS F C Hes a Sunday, Sunday driver. G Am C He dont want to get get his baby home to soon. F C Hes a Sunday, Sunday driver. G C In the middle of my Thursday afternoon. C F C F Oh I will not flash my headlights. C G C Ohho no I will not honk my horn. C Em Am Cause I know, I know just what hes feelin G cause Ive been in that sweet drivers seat before. CHORUS F C Hes a Sunday, Sunday driver. G Am C He dont want to get get his baby home to soon. F C Hes a Sunday, Sunday driver. G C In the middle of my Thursday afternoon. Am F C Theres a growin line of angry cars behind us. F C Its a centipede of metal single file. Am F C But I will not interrupt his romance. G Well Ill be his guardian angel for a while. CHORUS F C Hes a Sunday, Sunday driver. G Am C He dont want to get get his baby home to soon. F C Hes a Sunday, Sunday driver. G C In the middle of my Thursday afternoon. G C Yeah-ah in the middle of my Thursday afternoon.