Testo Sunday Driver - Blue County
Testo della canzone Sunday Driver (Blue County), tratta dall'album 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
Credits
Writer(s): John P. Allen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Disclaimer:
i testi sono forniti da Musixmatch.
Per richieste di variazioni o rimozioni è possibile contattare
direttamente Musixmatch nel caso tu sia
un artista o
un publisher.