REN ELBY

Yellow Mustang

He drives to her in a Yellow Mustang,

(He makes a lotta noise)

She pulls the cork from the wine that he brang.

(She's got a lotta poise)

Stayed up late playin' guitars,

Must be fate under the stars.

He sheds a tear from the song that she sang,

(She's got a pretty voice)

Always a tune (for) what she can't explain,

(She knows a lotta boys.)

Leans in to kiss, she turns away-

Boys like this, they never stay.

(They never stick around.)

They never stick around.

Phone lights up with another girl's name,

He says he good, but they're all the same.

You're gonna lose your shifty game:

I'll drive away in your Yellow Mustang.

Phone lights up with another girl's name, 

He says he good, but they're all the same. 

You're gonna lose your shifty game: 

I'll drive away in your Yellow Mustang!

She rubs his face right in his own shame.

She shuts the door on a lovely evening.

She drives away in the Yellow Mustang.

She drives away!

In the Yellow Mustang!
Always a tune 'what she can't explain...

She drives away in the Yellow Mustang...

She drives away in the 

Yellow Mustang!

Ⓟ2021 Ren Elby

©2022 Ren Elby with Josh Byrd, Byrdsongs Studios

Let Me Know When You Love Me

If I said in bold face

That you make my heart race

Will you stay in one place

And love me?

It's been a long time

Since I heard my door chime

Will you let me know when you love me?

Seeing you home again

Feels like we're a perfect ten

Please just let me know when you love me?

Well you want to leave now

And I just can't see how

But you're a bird on a bow ready to fly away

It's been so long since you loved me

Just tell me you love me please?

How I wish you would stay…

If there is some way that you'll stay another day 

And then you'll let me know when you love

When you love me

When you love me

Let me know when you love me.

©2021 Ren Elby

Not A Quaker Oat

Maybe what I'm sayin isn't Christian

(But) baby I Not A Quaker Oat

Maybe what I'm sayin isn't Christian

(But) baby I don't need your permission

Why don't ya go and judge your own face

Smoke your cigars and taint your white lace

cuz Maybe I'm just not Quaker enough for you?

Yeahh. yeahhh

I don't need your looks of criticism

You gonna have yourself an embolism

While I'm swearin' a blue streak under your roof 

Ya make sure your lock box is fire proof 

oh I'm just not Quaker enough for you?

Yeahh. yeahhh

I'm not a plain old Quaker Oat

Not gonna be rail meat on your boat.   

(So)Go ahead and chide me.

You can make my day

Yeahh. yeahhh

'Not a Quaker Oat

'Not the rail meat on your boat!

'Not a Quaker Oat

Go ahead and chide me.

You can make my day!

yeah yeah yeah yeah!!!

 ©2021 Ren Elby