Lyrics of
Sunday Driver

His left elbow, is hangin out the window.
His left finger is steering the wheel.
(C) (Em) (Am)
Well I am stuck here, right behind him.
(C) (G) (C)
He don't want to get get his baby home to soon.
(F) (C)
Oh I will not flash my headlights.
Ohho no I will not honk my horn.
(C) (Em) (Am)
He don't want to get get his baby home to soon.
(F) (C)
He don't want to get get his baby home to soon.
He's a Sunday, Sunday driver.
(G) (C)