Mama Drove A Mustang

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 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

And 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