Lyrics:

1990

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 hearts desire
Long about the start of second grade
Mrs. Rosenbloom let me sit beside her
We passed notes and after school we played (Singin')

Ring around the rosie, pocket full of dreams and posies
Patty-cake a Bakers Man, Tag your it, kick the can
I think I hear my mama calling, gotta go
Aw 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 Bakers Man, Tag your it, kick the can
Think I hear my mama calling, gotta go
Aw man, I loved 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 (Signin'}

Singin', ring around the rosie, pocket full of dreams and posies
Patty-cake a Bakers Man, Tag your it, kick the can
I think I hear your mama callin', gotta go
Oh, man, I love you so