Jimmy Ray McGee, used to lean on his old Corvette Light up a cigarette And ask, why I hadn't loved yet Jimmy Ray McGee was the first-string quarterback A real player and that's a fact I wasn't having none of
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 it And I can't say, I didn't think about it
Jimmy Ray McGee asked me the senior prom But I went on another boy's arm Heard he made someone else mom Oh, Jimmy Ray McGee disappeared from our hometown Another daddy out running 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 friends I picked, to the boys I'd date I guess in the end it was worth all the worry Though it hurts wait, it can hurt worse to hurry
Jimmy Ray McGee used to lean on his Corvette Light up a cigarette And ask, why I hadn't loved him yet