| 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 |