Apples don`t fall far from the tree

When I was five I put on Mama`s high heel shoes And paint my face And dance across the living room In Ruby`s place Well the music was always playing Girls laugh while the men were sayin` Chorus: Apples don`t fall far from the tree Hey, honey come sit on my knee Apples don`t fall far from the tree And I remember Mama`s tears When they said in a few years I`d be something to see At seventeen I had me a diamond And a string of pearls The men said they preffered me To the other girls They took me to the best places But I could read it on their faces (chorus) Then when Mama died I made up my mind To get on a Grayhound , get out of this town And leave it all behind But life goes on A child of three smiles up at me While she plays The man I love has never heard of "Rootbeers Place" When he holds her with affection And he uses that old expression (chorus)