Roger Miller - Little Green Apples lyrics
[Roger Miller - Little Green Apples lyrics]
Well I wake up in the morning
With my hair down in my
Eyes and she says 'hi'
Then I stumble to the breakfast table
Where the kids are going off to school
Goodbye then she reaches out takes my
Hand and squeezes it
And says 'how you feeling hon'
Then I look across the smiling lips
That warms my heart and see my morning sun
And if that's not loving me all
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make those little green apples
It don't rain in Indianapolis
In the summer time
And there's no such thing as Dr seuss
Or Disney Land
Or Mother Goose or nursery rhymes
God didn't make those little green apples
It don't rain in Indianapolis
In the summer time
And when myself is feeling low I
Think about her face aglow to ease my mind
Sometimes I call her up at
Home knowing she's busy
And asked her if she can get away and meet me
And grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she's doing
Hurries down to meet me and I'm always late
But she sit's waiting patiently smiles
When she first sees me
'Cause she's made that way
And if that's not loving me all
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And It don't snow in Indianapolis
When the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make believe
Puppy dogs, or autumn leaves, no BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Indianapolis
When the winter comes
With my hair down in my
Eyes and she says 'hi'
Then I stumble to the breakfast table
Where the kids are going off to school
Goodbye then she reaches out takes my
Hand and squeezes it
And says 'how you feeling hon'
Then I look across the smiling lips
That warms my heart and see my morning sun
And if that's not loving me all
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make those little green apples
It don't rain in Indianapolis
In the summer time
And there's no such thing as Dr seuss
Or Disney Land
Or Mother Goose or nursery rhymes
God didn't make those little green apples
It don't rain in Indianapolis
In the summer time
And when myself is feeling low I
Think about her face aglow to ease my mind
Sometimes I call her up at
Home knowing she's busy
And asked her if she can get away and meet me
And grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she's doing
Hurries down to meet me and I'm always late
But she sit's waiting patiently smiles
When she first sees me
'Cause she's made that way
And if that's not loving me all
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And It don't snow in Indianapolis
When the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make believe
Puppy dogs, or autumn leaves, no BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Indianapolis
When the winter comes