Little Green Apples - feat. Bobbie Gentry
Well, I wake up in the mornin'
With my hair down in my eyes
And she says "Hi"
And I hurry 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 you feelin' Hon?"
And I look across at smilin' lips that warms my heart
And I see my mornin' sun
And if that's not lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Dr. Suess
Disneyland and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my self is feelin' low
I think about your face aglow and ease my mind
Sometimes I call him up knowin' he's busy
And ask if he could get away and meet me
And maybe grab a bite to eat
And he drops what he's doin' and hurry's down to meet me
And I'm always late
He sits waitin' patiently and smiles when he first sees me
'Cause he's made that way
And if that's not lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't snow in Indianapolis when the winter come
There's no such thing as make believe
Puppy dogs and autumn leaves, no B.B. gun
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my self is feelin' low
I think about your face aglow and ease my mind
With my hair down in my eyes
And she says "Hi"
And I hurry 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 you feelin' Hon?"
And I look across at smilin' lips that warms my heart
And I see my mornin' sun
And if that's not lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Dr. Suess
Disneyland and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my self is feelin' low
I think about your face aglow and ease my mind
Sometimes I call him up knowin' he's busy
And ask if he could get away and meet me
And maybe grab a bite to eat
And he drops what he's doin' and hurry's down to meet me
And I'm always late
He sits waitin' patiently and smiles when he first sees me
'Cause he's made that way
And if that's not lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't snow in Indianapolis when the winter come
There's no such thing as make believe
Puppy dogs and autumn leaves, no B.B. gun
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my self is feelin' low
I think about your face aglow and ease my mind
Credits
Writer(s): Robert L. Russell
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