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Little Green Apples

Year: 1969 -

(Ray Price)

  		Dm  Dm  G  C   

Dm                                                                           G                       C  
And i wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes and she says hi  
Dm                                                                           G                       C  
And i stumble to the breakfast table while the kids are going off to school, goodbye.  
C7                                                                                              F7+                    
And she reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it and says how you feeling hon?  
G7                                                                                      C                         C        C7+ 
And i look across at smiling lips that warm my heart, and see my morning sun.  

C    Dm                         G 
And if that's not loving me, then all i've got to say,  
C                      C7+                         C                 C7+                     Dm 
God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't rain in indianapolis in the summer time.  
G                                                                                                        C 
And there's no such thing as dr. seuss or disney land and mother goose, no nursery rhymes.  
C                      C7+                         C                 C7+                     Dm 
God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't rain in indianapolis in the summer time.  
G                                                                                        C                      C7+ 
And when myself is feeling low, i think about her face and go and ease my mind.  

F7+                              G7                      C              C7+ 
Sometimes i call her up, at home, knowing she's busy.  
Dm                            G                                                C                               C7+  C  C7+  C 
And ask her if she can get away, meet me and maybe we can grab a bite to eat.  
C7                                                                                              F7+ 
And she drops what she's doing and she hurries down to meet me, and i'm always late.  
G7                                                                                      C                         C        C7+ 
But she sits waiting patiently, and smiles when she first sees me, because she's made that way.  

C    Dm                         G  
And if that ain't loving me, then all i've got to say,  
C                      C7+                         C                 C7+                     Dm 
God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't snow in minneapolis when the winter comes.  
G                                                                                                        C  
And there's no such thing as make-believe, puppy dogs or autumn leaves, no bb guns.  
C                      C7+                         C                 C7+                     Dm 
God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't snow in minneapolis when the winter comes. 

G                                                                                        C                      C7+ 
And when myself is feeling low, i think about her face and go and ease my mind. 

	  

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