Ron Pope - Mama Drove A Mustang Lyrics

Writing songs in fiddle keys
Burning bright as kerosene
I left home to chase a dream
A dream ain't what I found
Fighting mad in the neon lights
I came to as they read my rights
At least I know where I'll sleep tonight
So I guess it ain't all bad

Mama drove a Mustang when she was twenty-five
I was six years old, how'd the hell we stay alive?
She flew down the highway, just like Petty in his prime
Mama drove a Mustang when she was twenty-five

Patron saint of where I come from
On a string around my neck
Nicotine on Navy white
It ain't quite Christmas yet
And I would find a payphone now
But payphones don't exist
Thankful for what I still have and
Mourning all I'll miss

Mama drove a Mustang when she was twenty-five
I was six years old, how'd the hell we stay alive?
She flew down the highway, just like Petty in his prime
Mama drove a Mustang when she was twenty-five

I got pretty much everything I'd ever wanted
But I still didn't feel like enough
I was a sinner in the hands of an angry God
Trying to figure out who I was
I ran so far alone I forgot my way home
Wish like hell I had just turned around
It turns out what I need, I refused to receive
And I'm still reckoning with that right now

Mama drove a Mustang when she was twenty-five
I was six years old, how'd the hell we stay alive?
She flew down the highway, just like Petty in his prime
Mama drove a Mustang when she was twenty-five

(One more time, then that's it)