Sunday Driver

You with a loaded gun, with your guitar and discount wine And nobody heard your shot ring out and vanish there in the night But come the morning, they'll be askin' Who it was and how it happened What's the reason? What's the boy's real name? And then they'll take you to the square And cite your false offenses there Make you leave just as sick as you came Ooh, they called you a Sunday driver They cursed you down to the bone They called you a Sunday driver They said you don't belong Oh, but you got caught at dawn in a monsoon in New Orleans And you were holding on both coasts, and every city between And now you've lost (?)(1:50) and every mark links to your skin And who are they to say what hurt you feel? And who are they to draw the line To say what's yours and what is mine And who are they to say what's fake or real? Ooh, they called you a Sunday driver (?)(2:31) They called you a Sunday driver As if they walked in your shoes They called you a Sunday driver