Jimmy Ray McGee, used to lean on his old Corvette Light up a cigarette And ask, why I hadn't loved him yet Jimmy Ray McGee was the first-string quarterback A real player and that's a fact But I wasn't having none of that
Can't remember all the times on a Saturday night on my parents couch Had the house to ourselves sittin' through a movie and making out He said, I had something that he couldn't live without it And I can't say, I didn't think about it
Jimmy Ray McGee asked me to the senior prom But I went on another boy's arm Heard he made someone else a mom Oh, Jimmy Ray McGee disappeared from our hometown Another daddy out running around Doing everything but settling down Oh, yeah
When I was seventeen thought, I thought too much 'bout the choices I made From the clothes I wore, to the friends I picked, to the boys I'd date I guess in the end it was worth all the worry Though it hurts to wait, it can hurt worse to hurry
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