Track 5 of the album Sparks on the Blue Ridge · 2014
Sunburnt Shoulders, Sunday Drive
“Peaches, a half-tuned guitar, and a map in the creek. That's the whole philosophy right there.”
folk rock · sunny jangle · porch pop · 3:58
Lyrics
Windows down and the map's in the creek We've got a cooler of peaches and a half-tuned guitar You're wearing my shirt and a sunburnt cheek And we don't know where, but it isn't far Gravel road turning to dust and gold Radio's playing something brand-new and old Sunburnt shoulders, Sunday drive Nowhere to be and we're barely alive With the joy of a day that's all our own Singing along to the engine's tone Sunburnt shoulders, Sunday sun Everything's lovely and nothing's done Take the long road, take the side road too Any old way that leads to you Stopped at a stand for a jar of honey The lady said take what you need for free Cows by the fence like they're in on the money Staring at us like we're royalty We ate on the hood with our boots in the weeds And no one had anything else that we needed Sunburnt shoulders, Sunday drive Nowhere to be and we're barely alive With the joy of a day that's all our own Singing along to the engine's tone Sunburnt shoulders, Sunday sun Everything's lovely and nothing's done Take the long road, take the side road too Any old way that leads to you And when the sky turns peach and plum We'll roll the windows up and hum Let the day go slow, let the evening in Start the whole thing over again Home's a long way, but who's counting miles When the dust in your hair makes me smile Let the week come back when it wants to come We've got a Sunday, and it's just begun Sunburnt shoulders, Sunday drive Nowhere to be and we're barely alive With the joy of a day that's all our own Singing along to the engine's tone Sunburnt shoulders, Sunday sun Everything's lovely and nothing's done Take the long road, take the side road too Any old way that leads to you Sunday drive, Sunday drive Oh, we're barely alive