The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

Daddy liked his whiskey
Momma liked her smokes
Momma cursed like crazy
Dad told dirty jokes
To all the people ’round here
They was ordinary folks
Momma puffed on camels
Dad drank whiskey cokes

I dropped out of high school
By the time I was fourteen
I had no direction
And I got mighty mean
Sis, she had two babies
But neither one was seen
And to all the people ’round here
We were just both normal teens

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
You do no want to grow and be like me
Listen to what I tell you, don’t you do the things you see
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
Nope, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

When ever there is fighting
Folks ’round here go somewhat blind
They all have got their secrets
And they don’t want us to find
That apples in around their house
Are not quite as designed
It’s best to look at others
With what you see inside your mind
For the truth, you won’t think it’s too kind

Momma kept on smoking
Daddy drank his rye
sis and I both left here
No one asked them why
Nothing changes ever
so nobody will try
and all the folks around here
live inside this little lie

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
You do no want to grow and be like me
Listen to what I tell you, don’t you do the things you see
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
Nope, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

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