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