Lyric 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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