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--rtyG 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. [Verse]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. [Verse]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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