| "Rebecca Lynn" |
| ����������� "Rebecca Lynn Gros, get up now!" Becky's mom yelled upstairs at her sleeping little girl. "I'm up!" a curly haired little girl bounded down the stairs, tightening her pig tails.� "I can't wait to start second grade!" she yelled running out the door with her books under her arm. 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 "James, you can take a seat next to Rebecca, and welcome to Laurel.� Where are you from again?" Mrs.� Rosenbloom pointed to Rebecca. "I'm from Clinton, ma'am." James, affectionately called Lance said as he took a seat beside Becky.� He smiled as he sat down.� 'I'm going to like this class." he thought as he got out his pencil.� Becka passed him a note.� Opening it carefully, he read it to himself. James, ����������� Welcome to Laurel.� Do you want to play at my house after school? ����������������������������������������������������������������������� Becka He smiled up at her and nodded. Rebecca Lynn became my heart's desire Long about the start of second grade Mrs. Rosenbloom let me sit beside her We passed notes then after school we played (singin) Becky waited patiently on her front porch for James.� He promised to be there at three.� She ran up to the fence as he strode up on a horse.� He climbed down and she yelled 'tag!' and raced off toward the open field of daises. Ring around the rosie, pocket full of dreams and posies Patty-cake, a bakers man, tag you're it, kick the can I think I hear my mama calling, gotta go Man I loved her so "Rebecca Lynn Gros!� Get up now!" Mrs. Gros yelled up the stairs as she cleaned up her kitchen. "Mo-om!� I'm up!" Rebecca, now eighteen, walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.� "Lance here yet?" she asked, looking in her compact mirror and fixing her braces.� Just then there was a honk and Becka rushed out the door into Lance's truck awaiting truck, anxious to start her senior year. High school days, me and Becky learnin' What it really means to be in love Give and take, holdin back for heaven's sake Fightin' for a week, then makin' up " It's prom night!" Lauren, Rebecca's best friend yelled collapsing on Becka's bed.� "You're still going out with Ja-a-mes, right?" she teased buckling the laces on her silver heels. "Yes, of course.� I love him." Rebecca sighed slipping her dress over her head. After the prom, Lance drove Rebecca home. 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 "Oh, James. . ." she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him.� "Yes, of course." she smiled through her tears.� Lance wrapped his arms around her and squeezed gently. Ring around the rosie, pocket full of dream 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 love her so When love is wrong, it dies, and that's the way it goes But when it's right, you know love grows Five years later, Lance paced the hospital floors. "Sir, it's a girl, and they're both just fine.� You can see them now." the doctor said, smiling as Lance nearly broke down in tears of joy. 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 Pattycake, a baker's man, tag you're it, kick the can I think I hear your mama callin', gotta go Oh man I love her so |
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