George Morgan
Little Green Apples

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 feeling hon

And I look across at smilin' lips

That warm my heart and see my morning sun



And if that's not lovin' me then all I've got to say

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

And Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme

God didn't make little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

And when myself is feelin' 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 oh 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

God didn't make little green apples

And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes

And there's no such think as make believe

Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns

God didn't make little green apples

And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes

There's no such think as make believe

Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns


Mirror lyrics:

Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns

There's no such think as make believe

And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes

God didn't make little green apples

Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns

And there's no such think 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



And smiles when she first sees me cause she's made that way

But she sits waitin' patiently

And she hurries down to meet me oh 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 feelin' low

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

God didn't make little green apples

And Disneyland and Mother Goose is 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



That warm my heart and see my morning sun

And I look across at smilin' lips

And squeezes it and says how you feeling 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'


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