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Little Green Apples
(Bobby Russell)
And I wake up in the mornin'
With my hair down in my eyes and she says hi
And I stumble to the breakfast table
While the kids are goin' off to school, goodbye.
And she reaches out and takes my hand
And squeezes it and says how you feelin' hon
Then I look across at smilin' lips that warm my heart
And then I see my morning sun.
And if that's not lovin' me then all I've got to say is.
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor Suess
Disneyland and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme.
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when myself is feeling low
I think about her face aglow and ease my mind.
Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy
And ask her if she'd get away
and meet me and maybe we could grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she's doin'
And she hurries down to meet me and I'm always late
But she sits waitin' patiently and smiles
When she first sees me 'cause she's made that way.
And if that ain't lovin' me then all I've got to say is.
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
There's no such thing as make believe
Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns...
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Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns...
There's no such thing as make believe
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
God didn't make little green apples
And if that ain't lovin' me then all I've got to say is.
When she first sees me 'cause she's made that way.
But she sits waitin' patiently and smiles
And she hurries down to meet me and I'm always late
And she drops what she's doin'
and meet me and maybe we could grab a bite to eat
And ask her if she'd get away
Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy
I think about her face aglow and ease my mind.
And when myself is feeling low
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
God didn't make little green apples
Disneyland and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme.
There's no such thing as Doctor Suess
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
God didn't make little green apples
And if that's not lovin' me then all I've got to say is.
And then I see my morning sun.
Then I look across at smilin' lips that warm my heart
And squeezes it and says how you feelin' hon
And she reaches out and takes my hand
While the kids are goin' off to school, goodbye.
And I stumble to the breakfast table
With my hair down in my eyes and she says hi
And I wake up in the mornin'
(Bobby Russell)
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