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.

[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.