Song: 	 Sunday Driver
Artist: 	 Blue County
Writer: 	 Billy Aerts, Alan Levy

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 it’s a paradise inside his love mobile.
           C      F 	  	 C    F 	  	 
Well I am stuck here, right behind him. 
         C  	          G 	  	 C
I’m held hostage by the double yellow lines.
C 	  	    Em 	  	      Am  
The sign say fifty five. He’s goin’ thi--rty 
 	  G
and its clear that he has no concern for time.

CHORUS
 	 F 	         C 	 
He’s a Sunday, Sunday driver. 
G 	  	  	           Am’       C
He don’t want to get get his baby home to soon.
 	 F 	  	 C 	 
He’s 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 he’s feelin’ 
             G
cause I’ve been in that sweet driver’s seat before.

CHORUS
 	 F 	  	 C 	 
He’s a Sunday, Sunday driver. 
G 	  	  	            Am’      C
He don’t want to get get his baby home to soon.
 	 F 	  	 C 	 
He’s a Sunday, Sunday driver. 
         G 	  	  	    C
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon.



           Am 	            F 	  	 C
There’s a growin’ line of angry cars behind us. 
       F 	  	  	   C
It’s a centipede of metal single file.
       Am 	  F 	        C        
But I will not interrupt his romance. 
          G
Well I’ll be his guardian angel for a while.
 
CHORUS
 	 F 	  	 C 	 
He’s a Sunday, Sunday driver. 
G 	  	  	           Am’       C
He don’t want to get get his baby home to soon.
 	  F             C 	 
He’s a Sunday, Sunday driver. 
          G 	  	  	   C
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon.   
 	  	  G 	  	  	    C
Yeah-ah in the middle of my Thursday afternoon.