It wasn't the books that I didn't read;
It wasn't the teachers who tried to teach me.
It wasn't that varsity baseball coach,
Who kept on tellin' them locker room jokes.

It was Bobbie Ann Mason, back in high school:
She was way too cute, she was way too cool.
How was I gonna get an education,
Sittin' right in back of Bobbie Ann Mason?

Well, Bobbie knew her hist'ry, Bobbie knew her French.
Bobbie knew how to keep a boy in suspense.
She'd tease with a touch, she'd tease with a kiss.
I was three long years bein' teased by:

Pretty Miss Bobbie Ann Mason, back in high school:
She was way too cute, she was way too cool.
How was I gonna get an education,
Sittin' right in back of Bobbie Ann Mason?

Well, Bobbie graduated, first in the class.
Me, I graduated closer to last.
Bobbie went to college, she got a degree.
I got a guitar so I could sing about,

Me and Bobbie Ann Mason, back in high school:
She was way too cute, she was way too cool.
How was I gonna get an education,
Sittin' right in back of Bobbie Ann Mason?

Yeah, the years have taught me the basics of math.
Divorce divides; time subtracts.
Takes away your hair; takes away your jump shot,
But it ain't gonna take all these mem'ries I got of

Of Bobbie Ann Mason, back in high school:
She was way too cute, she was way too cool.
How was I gonna get an education,
Sittin' right in back of Bobbie Ann Mason?

Back in high school, she was way too cute,
She was way too cool.
I got most of my education.
Sittin' right in back of Bobbie Ann Mason.
Sittin' right in back of Bobbie Ann Mason.