Little Green Apples

Intro  D

Verse 1

D      Em             A
Well I wake up in the mornin'
        Em              A              D
With my hair down in my eyes and she says "Hi"
      Em           A
And I hurry to the breakfast table
          Em             A             D
While the kids are goin' off to school…goodbye
        C               D
And she reaches out 'n' takes my hand
    C               D             G
And squeezes it 'n' says "How ya feelin', hon?"
       Em            A7
And I look across at smilin' lips
     Em             A7          D
That warm my heart and I see my mornin' sun

Pre-Chorus 1

                  Em         A7   Em
And if that's not lovin' me
A7            Em         A
Then all I've got to say

Chorus 1

D
God didn't make the little green apples
                                         Em         A7 Em A7
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
Em                       A7
there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Em              A7               D
Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhymes

God didn't make the little green apples
                                         Em          A7 Em A7
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
    Em              A
And when my self is feelin' low
  Em               A              D
I think about your face aglow and ease my mind

Verse 2

Am    D                Am  D               G
  Sometimes I call him up     knowin' he's busy
Am                     D           Am
  And ask if he could get away and meet me
D              G          G6 Gmaj7 G6
  maybe grab a bite to eat
Dm                       G         Dm              G7
  And he drops what he's doin' and hurries down to meet me
    C               Am C
And I'm always late
D               D7            D              D7
he sits waitin' patiently and smiles when he first sees me
 G
'cause he's made that way

Pre-Chorus 2

                 D         Am  D
And if thats not lovin' me
Am            D          Am
Then all I've got to say

Chorus 2

D
God didn't make the little green apples
                                          Em           A7 Em A7
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
Em                       A7
there's no such thing as make-believe
Em          A7                 D
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'no' BB guns

Outro

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God didn't make the little green apples
                                         Em         A7 Em A7
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
Em                  A7
And when my self is feelin' low
  Em               A7             D            D6 D D6 D
I think about your face aglow and ease my mind