Tom: D
Introdução:
D Dm G Em
verse 1
D Dm G Em
You were the loaded gun with your guitar and discount wine
D Dm G Em
And nobody heard your shot ring out and vanish there in the night
D Dm
But come the morning they'll be asking who it was and how it happened
G Em
What's the reason? what's the boy's real name?
D Dm
And then they'll take you to the square inside the falser fixes
G Em
and you leave just as sick as you came
Am G
Ooo, we called you a Sunday driver
Am G
They kiss you down to the bone and call you Sunday driver
D Dm G Em
So you don't feel alone
Interlude
D Dm G Em
Yeah but you got caught at dawn in a monsoon in New Orleans
D Dm G Em
And you were holding on but coasting every city between
D Dm
And now you blast every new friend and every bar clicks through your skin
G Em
And who are they to say what hurt you feel?
D Dm
And who are they to draw the line to say what's yours and what is mine
G Em
And who are they to say what's fake or real?
Interlude
Am G
Ooo, they called a Sunday driver
G
You've drunk right down your drink
Am G
Ooo, they called you a Sunday driver
Am
As if they've walked in your shoes
F Em Am D Dm G Em
They called you a Sunday dri-ii-iver
Outro