Little Green Apples
Roger MillerVersion1
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Chords in this song
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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 ya feelin', hon?"
And I look across at smilin' lips
that warm my heart and see my mornin' sun
And if that's not lovin' me
then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
or 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 my self is feelin' low
I think about her face aglow and ease my mind
Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy
and ask her if she could get away and meet me
and maybe we could grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she's doin' and she 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
And if that's not lovin' me
then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
and it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make believe,
puppy dogs, autumn leaves and BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis....
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Readable chord sheet for Little Green Apples by Roger Miller
And I wa[Dm]ke up in the mornin' with my hair down in my eyes and she says "[C]Hi" And I st[Dm]umble to the breakfast table while the kids are goin' off to school good[C]bye And she re[C7]aches out and takes my hand and squeezes it and says "How ya fe[Dm]elin', hon?" And I l[G7]ook across at smilin' lips that warm my heart and see my mo[C]rnin' sun And if that's not l[Dm]ovin' me[G] [Dm] [G] then all I've g[Dm]ot to say [G] [Dm] [G] [C]God didn't make little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the s[Dm]ummert[G]ime [Dm] [G] And there's n[Dm]o such thing as Do[G]ctor Seuss or Disne[Dm]yland, and Mo[G]ther Goose, no nurser[C]y rhyme [C]God didn't make little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the su[Dm]mmertim[G]e [Dm] [G] And wh[Dm]en my self is feelin' [G]low I thi[Dm]nk about her fac[G]e aglow and ea[C]se my mind Sometim[Dm]es I call her up at home knowin' she's[C] busy and ask[Dm] her if she could get away and meet me and maybe we could grab a bi[C]te to eat And she dr[C7]ops what she's doin' and she hurries down to meet me and I'm alw[Dm]ays late But she s[G7]its waitin' patiently and smiles when she first sees me 'cause she's ma[C]de that way And if that's not l[Dm]ovin' me[G] [Dm] [G] then all I've g[Dm]ot to sa[G]y [Dm] [G] [C]God didn't make little green apples and it don't snow in Minneapolis when the win[Dm]ter com[G]es [Dm] [G] And there's [Dm]no such thing as ma[G]ke believe, puppy dogs[Dm], autumn le[G]aves and B[C]B guns [C]God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis....