APPLES DON'T FALL FAR FROM THE TREE
When I was five,
I put on Moma's high heel shoes,
And paint my face,
And dance across the livin' room,
At Ruby's Place
When the music was always playing,
Girls would laugh,
While the men were saying,
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 Moma's tears,
When they said in a few years,
I would be something to see
At seventeen, I had me a diamond,
And a string of pearls
The men said they prefered me,
To the other girls,
They took me to the best of places,
But I could read it on their faces,
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 Moma's tears,
When they said in a few years,
I would be something to see
Then when Moma died,
I made up my mind,
To get on a Greyhound,
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 Ruby's Place,
When he holds her,
With affection,
He uses that old expression
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 Moma's tears,
When They said in a few years,
I would be something to see
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