| Lyrics: | 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 here 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 brightest girl in the class.
Wish I knew how to reach her, I'd write a
letter and say,
If I 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
lived the way you taught me to, teacher, I'd be a better man today. |
