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
Singin'Ring around they rosy, pocket full of dreams and posies
Patty cake a-baker's man, tag you're it and kick the can
I think I hear my mama callin', gotta go
Man I loved her so
High school days, me and Becky learnin'
never sing it that high, so I've left everything in the key of G, which is
enough of a stretch as it is!