Alabama Sunday Drive Lyrics

Sunday Drive Lyrics

Well this ain't no Sunday drive

Got the tach red lined, throttle opened wide

Gentlemen, start the engines



You got an all new diagnostic tuned

Polished, shined, lookin' like new

This car will blow your mind

And your door right off



Rotated tires, balanced, aligned

Highest octane money can buy

She looks like she's flyin'

When she's sittin' at a stop

Your grocery gettin' garbage

Is nothing next to mine



This ain't no Sunday drive

Got the tach red lined, throttle opened wide

Gonna kill a lot of bugs, pass a lot of poles

Burn a little rubber down a blacktop road

Better be able to bury that needle, your pink slip's on the line

This ain't no Sunday drive,  no, they ain't



On your mark, set and ready, fly

Be waitin' at the finish

Hand your keys to my baby

And don't ask for a ride

This ain't no Sunday drive, no it ain't son



Well this ain't no Sunday drive

Got the tach red lined, throttle opened wide

Gonna kill a lot of bugs, pass a lot of poles

Burn a little rubber down a blacktop road

Better be able to bury that needle, your pink slip's on the line

This ain't no Sunday drive, this ain't no Sunday drive



Overdrive, overdrive, overdrive, overdrive

This ain't no Sunday drive