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APPLES DON'T FALL FAR FROM THE
Writer Bob

When I was
I put on Mama's high shoes
And paint my
And dance across the living
In Ruby's
Well the was always playing
Girls laugh the men were sayin'

Apples don't fall far from the
Hey, honey sit on my knee
Apples don't fall far from the
And I remember tears
When they said in a few
I'd be to see

At seventeen I had me a
And a string of
The men said they me
To the other
They me to the best places
But I could read it on their

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when Mama died I made up my mind
To get on a Greyhound , get out of town
And it all behind

But goes on
A child of smiles up at me
she plays
The man I love has never of "Ruby's Place"
When he her with affection
And he uses that old

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