Intro verse 1 You were the loaded gun with your guitar and discount wine And nobody heard your shot ring out and vanish there in the night But come the morning they'll be asking who it was and how it happened What's the reason? what's the boy's real name? And then they'll take you to the square inside the falser fixes and you leave just as sick as you came Ooo, we called you a Sunday driver They kiss you down to the bone and call you Sunday driver So you don't feel alone Interlude verse 2 Yeah but you got caught at dawn in a monsoon in New Orleans And you were holding on but coasting every city between And now you blast every new friend and every bar clicks through your skin And who are they to say what hurt you feel? And who are they to draw the line to say what's yours and what is mine And who are they to say what's fake or real? Interlude Ooo, they called a Sunday driver You've drunk right down your drink Ooo, they called you a Sunday driver As if they've walked in your shoes They called you a Sunday dri-ii-iver Outro
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