Roger Miller – Little Green Apples (Guitar)

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And 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 stumble 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 and takes my hand

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and squeezes it and 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 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 little green apples

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and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

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And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss

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or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme

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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 my self is feelin' low

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I think about her face aglow and ease my mind

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Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy

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and ask her if she could get away and meet me

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and maybe we could grab a bite to eat

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

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and I'm always late

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But she sits waitin' patiently and smiles when she first sees me

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'cause she's made that way

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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 little green apples

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

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And there's no such thing as make believe,

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puppy dogs, autumn leaves and BB guns

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God didn't make little green apples