Little Green ApplesArtist: Roger Miller (peak Billboard position # 39 in 1968)Words and Music by Bobby RussellVersion by O.C. Smith hit # 2 that same yearAnd I wake up in the mornin'With my hair down in my eyes and she says "Hi"And I stumble to the breakfast tableWhile the kids are goin' off to school…goodbyeAnd she reaches out 'n' takes my handAnd squeezes it 'n' says "How ya feelin', hon?"And I look across at smilin' lipsThat warm my heart and see my mornin' sunAnd if that's not lovin' meThen all I've got to sayGod didn't make little green applesAnd it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertimeAnd there's no such thing as Doctor SeussOr Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhymeGod didn't make little green applesAnd it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertimeAnd when my self is feelin' lowI think about her face aglow and ease my mindSometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busyAnd ask her if she could get away and meet meAnd maybe we could grab a bite to eatAnd she drops what she's doin' and she hurries down to meet meAnd I'm always lateBut she sits waitin' patiently and smiles when she first sees me'cause she's made that wayAnd if that ain't lovin' meThen all I've got to sayGod didn't make little green applesAnd it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comesAnd there's no such thing as make-believePuppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB gunsFADEGod didn't make little green applesAnd it don't rain in IndianapolisTranscribed by Ronald E.
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