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.(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.
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