歌曲 | Little Green Apples |
歌手 | Peter Tosh |
专辑 | Can't Blame the Youth |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 |
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 |