Blue Sunday Lyrics

She took a rolled-up twenty out of her pocket And paid for my cigarettes We were friends at first sight in the 7-Eleven light She said here let me cover it
And I rode shotgun all that night She drove and never made a sound When I asked if there was anything wrong She said nothin' worth talking about
It's a blue Sunday Down the interstate It's a blue Sunday Blue with shades of gray
Her back seat could have been a hotel I slept for a thousand years Every now and then she'd Laugh out loud for no reason
I pretended not to hear And rolled my jacket up under my head And stretched my body out, couldn't be too far in front Of her daddy's bloodhounds but I ain't gonna worry now
It was a blue Sunday Down the interstate A blue Sunday Yeah, blue with shades of gray
Yeah, you know me We've never met before It's a blue Sunday When it's time to leave you go