| 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' | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Then when Mama died I made up my mind | |
| To get on a Greyhound , 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 "Ruby's Place" | |
| When he holds her with affection | |
| And he uses that old expression | |
| 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 |