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Ron Pope | "Mama Drove A Mustang" (Official Lyric Video)

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Pre-save my new album, "American Man, American Music," here: https://ronpope.os.fan/pre-save-the-a... 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.  …...more
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Ron Pope | "Mama Drove A Mustang" (Official Lyric Video)
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Oct 102024
Pre-save my new album, "American Man, American Music," here: https://ronpope.os.fan/pre-save-the-a... 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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