Bamford, Gord - Apples Lyrics

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