Ron Pope | "Mama Drove A Mustang" (Live Performance Video)
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Performed live at the Underdog in Nashville, TN
Video by Jace Kartye
Words and Music by Ron Pope
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 25,
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 25.
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 25,
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 25.
I got pretty much everything I 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, guess I’m still reckoning with that right now.
Mama drove a Mustang, when she was 25,
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 25.

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