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Little Green Apples

Bobby Goldsboro

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[Verse 1]
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      
And I look across at smilin' lips that warm my heart and see my morning sun
[Pre-chorus]
And if that's not lovin' me...      
then all I've got to say...           
[Chorus]
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 to ease my mind          
[Verse 2]
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 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
[Pre-chorus]
And if that's not lovin' me...      
then all I've got to say...           
[Chorus 3]
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          
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 to ease my mind          
God didn't make little green apples
and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime... fade

Little Green Apples

Bobby Goldsboro