"Rebecca Lynn"
--Brian White

Rebecca Lynn grew up in Carolina
Half a mile south of Tucker Cherry's farm
A quiet girl, with green eyes full of fire
Her daddy's pride and all her mama's charm
Rebecca Lynn became my heart's desire
Along about the start of second grade
Mrs. Rosenbloom let me sit beside her
So we passed notes and after school we played

Ring around the rosey, pocketfull of dreams and posy
Patty-cake the baker's man, tag you're it, kick the can
I think I hear my mama calling, gotta go
Man, I loved her so

High school days, me and Becky learning
What it really means to be in love
Give and take, holding on for heaven's sake
And fighting for a week then making up
I said 'Becky please, won't you marry me?'
Prom night in my car out by the curb
She was so surprised, first she laughed and then she cried
And somewhere in my heart I'm sure I heard

Ring around the rosey, pocketfull of dreams and posy
Patty cake the baker's man, tag you're it, kick the can
Mama flashed the porchlight for me, gotta go
Man, I loved her so

Laura Jean was born in Tennessee
Now that's a common little miracle I've heard
But for me and Becky Lynn, she's the dream that started when
We fell in love all those years ago

Singing ring around the rosey, pocketfull of dreams and posy
Patty cake the baker's man, tag you're it, kick the can
I think I hear your mama calling, gotta go
Man, I love you so


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