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APPLES FALL FAR FROM THE TREE
Writer Bob

When I was
I put on high heel shoes
And my face
And dance across the room
In place
Well the music was playing
Girls laugh the men were sayin'

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

At I had me a diamond
And a of pearls
The men said they me
To the girls
They me to the best places
But I could read it on faces

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

But goes on
A of three smiles up at me
she plays
The man I love has heard of "Ruby's Place"
he holds her with affection
And he that old expression

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