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