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APPLES DON'T FALL FAR FROM THE
Writer Bob

When I was
I put on high heel shoes
And paint my
And dance across the room
In place
the music was always playing
Girls laugh while the men sayin'

Apples don't far from the tree
Hey, honey come sit on my
Apples don't fall far the tree
And I remember Mama's
they said in a few years
I'd be to see

At I had me a diamond
And a string of
The men said they me
To the other
They took me to the places
But I could it on their faces

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Then when Mama died I made up my
To get on a Greyhound , get out of this
And leave it all

But life on
A child of smiles up at me
While she
The man I love has heard of "Ruby's Place"
he holds her with affection
And he uses that old

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