Glen Campbell – Little Green Apples (Guitar)

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Well I wake up in the mornin'

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With my hair down in my eyes and she says "Hi"

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And I hurry to the breakfast table

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While the kids are goin' off to school…goodbye

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And she reaches out 'n' takes my hand

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And squeezes it 'n' says "How ya feelin', hon?"

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And I look across at smilin' lips

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That warm my heart and I see my mornin' sun

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And if that's not lovin' me

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Then all I've got to say

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God didn't make the 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 Seuss

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Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhymes

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And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

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And when my self is feelin' low

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I think about your face aglow and ease my mind

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  Sometimes I call him up     knowin' he's busy

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  And ask if he could get away and meet me

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  maybe grab a bite to eat

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  And he drops what he's doin' and hurries down to meet me

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And I'm always late

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he sits waitin' patiently and smiles when he first sees me

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'cause he's made that way

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And if thats not lovin' me

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Then all I've got to say

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God didn't make the little green apples

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

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there's no such thing as make-believe

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Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'no' BB guns

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God didn't make the little green apples

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And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

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And when my self is feelin' low

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I think about your face aglow and ease my mind