Aaron, who hails from Auburn, Indiana, was surrounded by music growing up. After a brief stint in college; his father Jeoffrey, a professional gospel singer, invited Aaron to tour with him. Together they played more than 130 concerts annually for several years and recorded three CD's. The experience sculpted Aaron to the techniques of duo singing, which may be one reason why he never quite hit the jackpot after leaving to seek his fortunes as a solo artist.
Scott, who was born in Delight, Arkansas - and raised in Los Angeles started singing at an early age with his Uncle Jack; but, his strongest musical influence came from close family friend, Glenn Campbell. After high school, Scott, who had been acting as well as playing music, picked up work in commercials and on television shows.
Aaron and Scott teamed up after meeting on a music video in Nashville five years ago. It was an instant brotherhood! The two were inseparable! After years of friendship, and a bit of gentle pressure from their wives - the guys decided to see how it felt to sing together. They discovered not only did they have a perfect friendship, but also perfect harmonies!
One fateful day, the duo made it to Curb Records. There, they sat down in front of Doug Johnson, the A&R director for the new Asylum subsidiary, and performed. When they were finished, the first words out of Doug's mouth were "Man, one of you is really gonna have to screw this up to not make it work." With that, Blue County was officially born. Scott and Aaron have finished their sophomore album and it will be released very soon. Their new single "I Get To" can be heard on a radio station near you.
Sunday Driver
Blue County Lyrics
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His left elbow, is hanging out the window
His left finger, is steering the wheel
His right arm is, wrapped around his sweetheart
And it's paradise inside his love mobile
Well I am stuck here, right behind him
I'm held hostage by the double yellow line
The sign says fifty five, he's going thirty
He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
He don't want to get his baby home too soon
He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon
Oh I will not, blink my headlights
Oh no I will not honk my horn
'Cause I know, I know just what he's feeling
'Cause I've been in that sweet, driver's seat before
He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
He don't want to get his baby home too soon
He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon
There is a growing line of angry cars behind us
It's the center fear of mental and single file
I will not interrupt his romance
Well, I'll be his guardian angel for a while
He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
He don't want to get his baby home too soon
He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon
Yeah in the middle of my Thursday afternoon
The song "Sunday Driver" by Blue County is a humorous and relatable tune about being stuck behind a slow driver on the road. The singer describes the driver in front of him as a Sunday driver, someone who is in no rush and enjoying the ride with his sweetheart by his side. Despite the frustration of being held up on his Thursday afternoon, the singer shows empathy and understanding for the driver's romantic intentions.
The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the scene, with the left elbow hanging out the window, the left finger steering, and the right arm wrapped around the sweetheart. The singer is held hostage by the double yellow line and the driver's lack of concern for time. Despite the growing line of angry cars behind them, the singer decides not to honk or blink his headlights, choosing instead to be the driver's guardian angel for a while.
The song captures a relatable frustration that many drivers have faced, but also suggests that sometimes it's worth slowing down and enjoying the ride. It's a lighthearted and fun tune with a catchy chorus that will have listeners nodding their heads in agreement and maybe even laughing at the absurdity of the situation.
Line by Line Meaning
His left elbow, is hanging out the window
He is casually driving with his elbow resting outside the car window
His left finger, is steering the wheel
He is carelessly steering with just one finger on the wheel
His right arm is, wrapped around his sweetheart
He has his arm around his girlfriend or wife sitting next to him
And it's paradise inside his love mobile
He is enjoying his time with his sweetheart
Well I am stuck here, right behind him
The artist is driving behind him and cannot pass
I'm held hostage by the double yellow line
The singer is unable to overtake because of the no-passing zone
The sign says fifty five, he's going thirty
He is driving far below the speed limit of 55 mph
And it's clear to me that he has no concern for time
He is not worried about being late to get to his destination
He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
He is driving like a slow and carefree driver
He don't want to get his baby home too soon
He is in no rush to get back home with his girlfriend or wife
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon
This slow driving is happening on the singer's Thursday afternoon
Oh I will not, blink my headlights
The artist will not flash his headlights to signal him to move over
Oh no I will not honk my horn
The singer is not honking the horn to signal frustration or annoyance
'Cause I know, I know just what he's feeling
The singer empathizes with his mood and reason for driving slow
'Cause I've been in that sweet, driver's seat before
The singer has experienced the same romantic slow driving before
There is a growing line of angry cars behind us
Other drivers are getting frustrated with the slow driving and causing a traffic jam behind them
It's the center fear of mental and single file
The drivers have to follow in a single-file formation because of the slow driving
I will not interrupt his romance
The singer will not ruin his moment with his girlfriend or wife by honking or flashing the headlights
Well, I'll be his guardian angel for a while
The singer will follow behind and watch over him while he drives slow with his sweetheart
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon
The slow driving is still happening on the artist's Thursday afternoon
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: ALLEN LEVI, BILLY AERTS
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