Apples Don't Fall Far From The Tree

When I was five

I put on Mama's high heel shoes

And paint my face

And dance across the living room

In Ruby's place

Well the music was always playing

Girls laugh while the men were sayin'

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Apples don't fall far from the tree

Hey, honey come sit on my knee

Apples don't fall far from the tree

And I remember Mama's tears

When they said in a few years

I'd be something to see

At seventeen I had me a diamond

And a string of pearls

The men said they preffered me

To the other girls

They took me to the best places

But I could read it on their faces

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Then when Mama died I made up my mind

To get on a Grayhound , get out of this town

And leave it all behind

But life goes on

A child of three smiles up at me

While she plays

The man I love has never heard of "Rootbeers Place"

When he holds her with affection

And he uses that old expression

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