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 I asked, if there was anything wrong She said, "Nothing worth talking 'bout"
It's a blue Sunday Down the interstate Yeah, a blue Sunday Blue with shades of gray
Her backseat 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's a blue Sunday Down the interstate Yeah, a blue Sunday Blue with shades of gray
A blue Sunday We never met before It's a blue Sunday When it's time to leave you go