Rebecca Lynn

Rebecca Lynn grew up in Carolina
Half a mile from 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
Long about the start of second grade
Mrs. Rosenbloom let me sit beside her
So we pass notes and after school we play
Singin'

Ring around the rosie
Pocket full of dreams and posies
Patty cake
A baker's man
Tag, you're it
Kick the can
And 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 back for heaven's sake
And fightin' for a week
Then makin' up

I said, "Please, Becky, 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 rosie
Pocket full of dreams and posies
Patty cake
A baker's man
Tag, you're it
Kick the can
Mama flashed the porch light for me
Gotta go
Man, I loved her so

When love is wrong
It dies
And that's the way it goes
But when it's right
Your love grows

Laura Jean was born in Tennessee
That's a common little miracle, I know
But for me and Becky Lynn
She's the dream that started when
We fell in love so many years ago
Singin'

Ring around the rosie
Pocket full of dreams and posies
Patty cake
A baker's man
Tag, you're it
Kick the can
And I think I hear your mama calling
Gotta go
Oh, man, I love you so