0
The Old School Teacher - Frank Sinatra
0 0

The Old School Teacher Frank Sinatra

The Old School Teacher - Frank Sinatra
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
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!
Login Register
Log into your account
And gain new opportunities
Forgot your password?