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Rebecca Lynn grew up in Carolina, |
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Half a mile from Tucker Cherry's farm. |
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A quiet girl with green eyes full of fire, |
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Her daddy's pride and all her mama's charm. |
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Rebecca Lynn became my heart's desire, |
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Long about the start of second grade. |
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Mrs. Rosenbloom let me sit beside her, |
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So we pass notes and after school we play... Singin' |
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Ring around the rosie, pocket full of dreams and posies, |
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Patty cake, A Baker's Man, Tag you're it, Kick the Can. |
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And I think I hear my mama calling, gotta go, |
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Man I loved her so. |
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High school days, me and Becky learnin', |
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What it really means to be in love. |
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Give and take, holdin' back for heaven's sake |
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And fightin' for a week, then makin' up. |
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I said "Please, Becky, won't you marry me?" |
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Prom night in my car out by the curb. |
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She was so surprised, first she laughed and then she cried |
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And somewhere in my heart I'm sure I heard |
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Ring around the rosie, pocket full of dreams and posies, |
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Patty cake, A Baker's Man, Tag you're it, Kick the Can. |
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Mama flashed the porch light for me, gotta go, |
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Man I loved her so. |
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When love is wrong, it dies, and that's the way it goes. |
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But when it's right, Your love grows. |
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Laura Jean was born in Tennessee, |
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That's a common little miracle, I know. |
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But for me and Becky Lynn, she's the dream that started when, |
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We fell in love so many years ago... Singin' |
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Ring around the rosie, pocket full of dreams and posies, |
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Patty cake, A Baker's Man, Tag you're it, Kick the Can. |
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And I think I hear you're mama callin', gotta go |
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Oh, man, I love you so |
