Bobby Goldsboro - Little green apples
Tekst en muziek: Bobby Russell
(1965)






And I wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes
And she says: “Hi!”
And I stumble to the breakfast table, while the kids are going off to school
“Goodbye!”
And she reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it and says
“How you feeling, hon?”
And I look across at smiling lips, that warm my heart
And see my morning sun



And if that’s not loving 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
And there’s no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme



God didn’t make the little green apples
And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
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 ask her if she could get away and meet me
And maybe grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she’s doing and hurries down to meet me
And I’m always late
But she sits waiting patiently and smiles when she first sees me
’Cause she’s made that way



And if that’s not loving me, then all I’ve got to say



God didn’t make the little green apples
And it don’t snow in Minneapolis when the winters comes
And there’s no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns



God didn’t make the little green apples
And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when myself is feeling low
I think about her face aglow to ease my mind



God didn’t make the little green apples
And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And there’s no such thing as Doctor Seuss









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