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“Teaching Me How to Love You”Rory Feek

Introduction

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Listening to “Teaching Me How to Love You” feels like discovering a love letter in the most unexpected place—a delicate confession wrapped in soulful melodies and heartfelt lyrics. This song is all about growth, vulnerability, and learning the nuances of love through the guidance of someone who sees the best in you. It’s not just a love song; it’s an ode to those moments when love teaches you to be better, to give more, and to understand deeper.

What makes this song so special is how it captures the humility and gratitude of someone willing to learn the art of love. It’s not about grand gestures or perfect romances—it’s about the little lessons: a soft touch, a patient heart, and the quiet strength of someone who believes in you even when you falter. The raw sincerity of the lyrics connects with anyone who has ever felt that love isn’t always instinctive but is something you grow into, guided by the right person.

The melody enhances the emotional pull, blending tenderness with a touch of bittersweet nostalgia. It’s as if every chord, every note, carries the weight of the unspoken: the insecurities, the breakthroughs, and the joy of finally getting it right. Whether you’re listening alone on a reflective night or sharing it with someone who’s walked this journey with you, it has a way of leaving a lasting imprint on your heart.

This song is a beautiful reminder that love isn’t about knowing everything—it’s about being open to learning, growing, and evolving together. And in those lessons, we find not just how to love but also how to be loved

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Lyrics

Her name was Sarah Jean
It was a night like this
In front of the dairy queen
Well, she gave me my first kiss
I was just ten years old
So I never knew
She was teaching me how to love you
After the highschool dance
In my old man′s car
Holding Carol and
I tried to go too far
But she said no
I didn’t have a clue
She was teaching me how to love you
Every hand we hold
Every bridge we burn
Every story told
Is another lesson learned
A few years ago
I met Jill one night
And then I loved her so
But I didn′t treat her right
But she left me there
With my heart broken in two
She was teaching me how to love you
Every hand we hold
Every bridge we burn
Every single story told
Is another lesson learned
So if I should glance
In your rearview mirror
At every failed romance
That brought you here
Honey, I can’t be hurt
By what I see
They were teaching you how to love me
They were teaching you how to love me
Writer(s): Rory Lee Feek, Martin Dodson

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