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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 joy
Rebecca Lynn became my heart's desire
Long about the start of second grade
Mrs Rosenbloom let me sit beside her
So we passed notes and after school we played
Singing ring around the rosie
Pocket full of dreams and posies
Patty cake a bakers man
Tag you're it, kick the can
And I think I hear my mama callin
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
Singing ring around the rosie
Pocket full of dreams and posies
Patty cake a bakers 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 is 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
Singing ring around the rosie
Pocket full of dreams and posies
Patty cake a bakers man
Tag you're it, kick the can
And I think I hear my mama callin
Gotta go
Man I loved her so
[Thanks to Becca for lyrics]
[ More White Bryan Lyrics ]
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