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 sitting 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

Jimmy Ray McGee used to lean on his old Corvette
Light up a cigarette
And ask, why I hadn't loved him yet