Little Green Apples

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[Verse]

Dm7
I wake up in the morning
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With my hair down in my eyes and she say "Hi!"
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And I stumble over to the breakfast table
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While the kids are going off to school, goodbye
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And she reaches out an' takes my hand, squeezes it and says
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  "How you feelin' Hon?"
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And I look across at smiling lips
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That warm my heart and I see my morning sun

[Chorus]
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And if that's not loving me
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Then all I've gotta say
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Oh God didn't make little green apples
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And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
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There's no such thing as doctor Suess
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Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme
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Oh God didn't make little green apples
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And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
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And when myself is feelin' low
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I think about a face a glow to ea-ea-eases my mind

[Verse]

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   And sometimes I call her up at home
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Knowing all the time that she's busy
Dm7
 And I ask her if she could get away
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And maybe meet me somewhere
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And we can get a bite to eat
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   And you know she always drops what she's doing
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And hurries down to meet me
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And I'm always late
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But she sits waiting patiently
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 And she smiles when she first sees me
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Cause she is made that way

[Chorus]
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And if that is not loving me
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Then all I've got to say
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Oh God didn't make little green apples
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And it don't snow in Indianapolis when the winter comes
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There is no such thing as make believe
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Puppy dogs and autumn leaves
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And B.B. guns
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Oh God didn't make little green apples
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And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime..... (fade out)