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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Dance across the living room
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At Ruby's place
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Where the music was always playing
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Girls were alive
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While the men were saying
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[Chorus:]
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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
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I had me a diamond
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And a string of pearls
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Men said they preferred me
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To the other girls
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They took me to the best of places
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But I could read it on their faces
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[Chorus]
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Then when mama died
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I made up my mind
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To get on a gray hound
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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
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Smiles up at me while she plays
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A man I loved
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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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[Chorus]
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Apples Don't Fall Far From The Tree
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| Cher |
