| 歌曲 | Little Green Apples - JAD |
| 歌手 | Peter Tosh |
| 专辑 | Can't Blame The Youth |
| 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 schoolâ?¦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 myself 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 ain't 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 |
| 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 myself 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 ain' t 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 makebelieve | |
| Puppy dogs, autumn leaves and BB guns | |
| God didn' t make little green apples | |
| And it don' t rain in Indianapolis |