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Little Green Apples

	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oodbye
	And she reaches out 'n' takes my hand
	And squeezes it 'n' 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 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 'n' BB guns
	FADE
	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 oodbye
	And she reaches out ' n' takes my hand
	And squeezes it ' n' 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 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 ' n' BB guns
	FADE
	God didn' t make little green apples
	And it don' t rain in Indianapolis