Ron Pope – Mama Drove A Mustang (Guitar)

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Writing songs in fiddle keys,

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Burning bright as kerosene,

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I left home to chase a dream,

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A dream ain't what I found.

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Fighting mad in the neon lights,

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I came to as they read my rights.

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At least I know where I'll sleep tonight,

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So I guess it ain't all bad.

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Mama drove a Mustang, when she was 25,

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I was six years old, how'd the hell we stay alive?

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She flew down the highway, just like Petty in his prime.

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Mama drove a Mustang, when she was 25.

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Patron saint of where I come from,

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On a string around my neck.

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Nicotine on navy white,

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It ain't quite Christmas yet.

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And I would find a payphone now,

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But payphones don't exist.

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Thankful for what I still have and

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Mourning all I'll miss.

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Mama drove a Mustang, when she was 25,

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I was six years old, how'd the hell we stay alive?

Bm                A                  Bm    A
She flew down the highway, just like Petty in his prime.

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Mama drove a Mustang, when she was 25.

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I got pretty much everything I ever wanted, but I still didn't feel like enough,

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I was a sinner in the hands of an angry God trying to figure out who I was,

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I ran so far alone I forgot my way home, wish like hell I had just turned around.

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It turns out what I need, I refused to receive, guess I'm still reckoning with that right now.

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Mama drove a Mustang, when she was 25,

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I was six years old, how'd the hell we stay alive?

Bm                A                  Bm    A
She flew down the highway, just like Petty in his prime.

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Mama drove a Mustang, when she was 25.