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• Artiste: Gord Bamford
• Titre: Apples
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That boy, he don't like math But he can shoot a puck and swing it back He's stubborn as a mule, he thinks he dad ain't cool When he gets mad He's mama's boy through and through Ain't that funny, I am too A heart of gold and his eyes are blue He's the apple of my eye A million reasons why I always try to be the best I can He's tough as tough can be Hard headed, hard out on his sleep And everybody says he's just like me I guess apples don't fall too far from the tree It ain't right but he ain't scared To leave the ground with the dirt bike on a dare He's a bedtime prayer at night And a fishing pole, and summer's in the air He's drawn up too fast too soon The kid thinks I hung the moon But he don't know he hung it for me too He's the apple of my eye A million reasons why I always try to be the best I can He's tough as tough can be Hard headed, hard out on his sleep And everybody says he's just like me I guess apples don't fall too far from the tree Yeah they fall, they grow up and move away But right down deep they're in my heart That boy will always stay The apple of my eye A million reasons why I always try to be the best I can He's tough as tough can be Hard headed, hard out on his sleep And everybody says he's just like me I guess apples don't fall too far from the tree I guess apples don't fall too far from the tree