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When I was five |
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I put on Mama's high heel shoes |
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And paint my face |
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And dance across the living room |
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In Ruby's place |
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Well the music was always playing |
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Girls laugh while the men were sayin' |
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Apples don't fall far from the tree |
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Hey, honey come sit on my knee |
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Apples don't fall far from the tree |
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And I remember Mama's tears |
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When they said in a few years |
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I'd be something to see |
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At seventeen I had me a diamond |
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And a string of pearls |
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The men said they preffered me |
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To the other girls |
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They took me to the best places |
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But I could read it on their faces |
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Apples don't fall far from the tree |
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Hey, honey come sit on my knee |
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Apples don't fall far from the tree |
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And I remember Mama's tears |
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When they said in a few years |
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I'd be something to see |
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Then when Mama died I made up my mind |
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To get on a Greyhound , get out of this town |
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And leave it all behind |
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But life goes on |
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A child of three smiles up at me |
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While she plays |
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The man I love has never heard of "Ruby's Place" |
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When he holds her with affection |
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And he uses that old expression |
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Apples don't fall far from the tree |
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Hey, honey come sit on my knee |
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Apples don't fall far from the tree |
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And I remember Mama's tears |
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When they said in a few years |
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I'd be something to see |