Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blue Sunday , by - Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers. Song from the album The Last DJ, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 07.10.2002
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Blue Sunday |
| She took a rolled up twenty |
| Out of her pocket |
| And paid for my cigarrettes |
| We were friends at first sight |
| In the 7−11 light |
| She said, «Here, lemme 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 talkin''bout» |
| It’s a blue Sunday |
| Down the interstate |
| Yeah a blue Sunday |
| Blue, with shades of grey |
| Her backseat could’ve 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 blood hounds |
| But I ain’t gonna worry now |
| It’s a blue Sunday |
| Down the interstate |
| Yeah a blue Sunday |
| Blue, with shades of grey |
| A blue Sunday |
| We never met before |
| It’s a blue Sunday |
| When it’s time to leave you go |