Tom Petty – Blue Sunday

She took a rolled up 20 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 "nothin worth talking about" 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

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