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

We passed notes then after school we played (singin)

Ring around the rosie, pocket full of dreams and posies

Patty-cake, a bakers 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 learnin'

What it really means to be in love

Give and take, holdin back for heaven's sake

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 dream 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 love her so

When love is wrong, it dies, and that's the way it goes

But when it's right, you know 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

Pattycake, a baker's man, tag you're it, kick the can

I think I hear your mama callin, gotta go

Oh man I love her so