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Country Bumpkins: 2nd in a series "Becky Lynn done come home"

Updated on August 4, 2013

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Becky Lynn, singin' her song
Becky Lynn, singin' her song | Source

Back home in the country

Back home in the country
Back home in the country
Come on up here on the porch, Becky Lynn
Come on up here on the porch, Becky Lynn
Jest' a country gal wantin to sing!
Jest' a country gal wantin to sing!

Becky Lynn done come home

“Well, I do declare, little Becky Lynn. I ain’t seen ya’ll in a coons age. I do believe it’s been nigh on to a year or, laud a mercy, maybe more like two years. I done heard ya’ll jest done runned off to that thar big city to be a big old star on the Opry stage.”


"Ain’t really what I hear’d but what I done hear’d wer’nt right nice to repeat”, thought Ma Brown.

“Howdy, Miz Brown! Shore nuff is right nice to see ya’ll this mornin’. That big old city weren’t what it was cracked up to be. Fact of the matter is, weren’t nothin like that big ol producer told me. “

“Well, child, jest come on up on this here porch and tell me all about it. We all got dreams, don’tcha know, but sometimes they jest turn into nightmares afor we can get ourselves done woke up to the truth.”

Becky Lynn slowly climbed the steps up to Miz Brown’s porch and walked on over to the porch swing hanging down from the ceiling. As she leaned back and started to swing back and forth Becky looked around at the ivy hanging over the side of the crockpot, realizing just how much she had missed the little mountain town where she had spent so many years just wanting to escape.

“Ya’ll know how much I always loved to sing them old cowboy songs my pa used to pick on his worn out guitar. All I ever

wanted to do was sing them songs good-a-nuff to stand on that ol Opry stage and jest belt em out. I even lern’t how to play me a guitar of my own so I could write them songs folks love so much. I figured if I could make one up that would make folks cry, I’d soon be a star.”

“Well, Becky Lynn, what happened to make ya’ll so unhappy up yonder? Did that thar man done tell ya’ll some fibs, or what?”

“Miz Brown, it sure is hard to talk about it but I know you’d never tell a soul what a mistake I made trustin” that ol man that claimed he could make me rich. He done lied through his old gold tooth! He weren’t no producer at all unless ya want to include makin’ a good girl turn into one of them women of the night. And I ain’t talkin’ bout singing pretty songs at night. When I done figured out what that man had in mind I high tailed it out of that awful hotel room as fast as my legs could move.”

“I sure am sorry ya’ll done had such a terrible experience, Becky. I reckon you gona be forgettin’ all about be’n a star on that Opry stage and jes settle down with Billy Joe and raisin’ a passel of young’uns now,”

“OH Lord no, Miz Brown.” I jest took that happenin’ and I sit down with my new guitar and wrote me a song. Ain’t got no doubt it will be a big hit. If’n you got time I could jest strum a bit for ya?”


♫ Well, I wondered down to that Nashville town

Thought I could really turn my life around

♫ But that dirty old man done told me lies

Now his old mean body is a draw’in flies

♫ He was a dirty old man tried to do me wrong

Tried to sell me to a pimp he knew

I pulled out my knife and took his life

Now his woman must be cryin the blues

♫ Now I’m playing my guitar and singing my songs

I’m makin’ me a brand new life♪

Don’t need no music city to make me happy

Cause Billy Joe done asked me to be his wife. ♫



“Well, Miz Brown, I gotta run on home now, don’t forget you cain’t tell a word about what I done told ya.”

“Child ya’ll know I wouldn’t never dream of tellin’ a soul. Bye now.”

I jist wouldn’t think about mention’in that to no one! Oh my there goes that telephone ringin’ again.

“Hello. Lula Belle? What all you been doin’ today? Ya’ll could never guess who jest stopped by—that’s right—Becky Lynn. That poor child has just been through the most awful thing, You know she jest got home from that Sin City and I jest cain’t hardly stand to tell ya’ll…..

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    • Gypsy Rose Lee profile image

      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Enjoyed this story. Part of the dark side of life. You tell it well.

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      Betty (Alawine) Overstreet 4 years ago from Vacaville, Ca.

      Thanks so much Rose!

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      rose-the planner 4 years ago from Toronto, Ontario-Canada

      It is always a pleasure meeting someone with a Canadian connection. I am looking forward to reading your book. Listen, don't let stumbling blocks get in your way of writing something that is from your heart. Some things just need to be written. Best of luck and many blessings. Take care and have a wonderful day! -Rose

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      Betty (Alawine) Overstreet 4 years ago from Vacaville, Ca.

      Thanks so much! Your words keep me writing. I am just beginning a bit of a contraversial book (Do I want to be a mommy?), personal testimonies of women who have either had or decided not to have an abortion. Hope to also get stories from those who have decided on adoption. Pray for me to stay focased as I feel Satan has been putting stumbling blocks before me, to get my attention away from what god wants me to do. Have a wonderful day! My sister lives in BC so I love to hear from Canada!

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      rose-the planner 4 years ago from Toronto, Ontario-Canada

      I just loved this and your pictures are awesome! Thank you for sharing and Happy 4th of July from your friends to the north. (Voted Up) -Rose