Lyrics

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 playing 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's 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's 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 (for) what she can't explain.

She drives away in the Yellow Mustang.
She drives away in the Yellow Mustang.

©2021 Ren Elby, filed with the Library of Congress; ©2022 Ren Elby with Byrdsongs Studios, filed with the Library of Congress