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
its A Blue Sunday
down The Interstate
its 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 Shed
laugh Out Loud For No Reason
i Pretended Not To Hear
and Rolled My Jacket Up Under My Head
and Stretched My Body Out
couldnt Be Too Far In Front
of Her Daddys Bloodhounds
but I Aint Gonna Worry Now
it Was A Blue Sunday
down The Interstate
a Blue Sunday
yeah Blue With Shades Of Gray
yeah You Know Me
weve Never Met Before
its A Blue Sunday
when Its Time To Leave You Go