Apple Doesn'T Fall Far From the Tree

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 not 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 blind They all have got their secrets 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 For the truth, it isn't kind Momma kept on smoking Daddy drank his rye sis and I both left here No one ever 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 not 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