Lyrics Rebecca Lynn - Bryan White
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
learnin',
What
it
really
means
to
be
in
love.
Give
and
take,
holdin'
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
you're
mama
callin',
gotta
go
Oh,
man,
I
love
you
so
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