Sunday Driver

	  		
Intro 
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verse 1 
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You were the loaded gun with your guitar and discount wine 
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And nobody heard your shot ring out and vanish there in the night 
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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? 
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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 
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They kiss you down to the bone and call you Sunday driver 
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So you don't feel alone
 

Interlude 

verse 2 
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Yeah but you got caught at dawn in a monsoon in New Orleans 
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And you were holding on but coasting every city between 
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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? 
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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 
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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 
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