Apples Don't Fall Far From The Tree
When I was fiveI put on Mama's high heel shoesAnd paint my faceAnd dance across the living roomIn Ruby's placeWell the music was always playingGirls laugh while the men were sayin'
Chorus:Apples don't fall far from the treeHey, honey come sit on my kneeApples don't fall far from the treeAnd I remember Mama's tearsWhen they said in a few yearsI'd be something to see
At seventeen I had me a diamondAnd a string of pearlsThe men said they preffered meTo the other girlsThey took me to the best placesBut I could read it on their faces
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Then when Mama died I made up my mindTo get on a Greyhound , get out of this townAnd leave it all behind
But life goes onA child of three smiles up at meWhile she playsThe man I love has never heard of "Ruby's Place"When he holds her with affectionAnd he uses that old expression
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