Where is my old school teacher?
I don't remember her name
With a dunce cap, I was always her feature
I loved her just the same
She stood by through my childhood, like small town school teachers do
At some little school house hid in the wild wood, they taught men like Lincoln, too
One day, I tearfully told her, "My mother expects me to pass"
Then, she let me look over the shoulder of the smartest girl in the class
Wish I knew how to reach her
I'd write a letter and say,
"If I'd lived the way you taught me to, teacher, I'd be a better man today"
Wish I knew how to reach her
I'd write a letter and say,
"If I'd lived the way you taught me to, teacher, I'd be a better man today"
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