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Tom Jones - Little Green Apples lyrics

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Well, 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
Then she reaches out, takes my hand, squeezes it, says ("How you feeling hon?")
That's what she says
Then I look across her smiling lips that warm my heart and see my morning sun

And if that's not loving me (loving me)
Then all I've got to say (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 Dr. Zeuss, Disneyland, no Mother Goose, no nursery rhymes
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 to go to ease my mind

(If that's not loving you, if that's not loving you)

Ooh, sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy
I ask her, I ask her if she can get away and meet me and grab a bite to eat
Then she drops what she is doing, hurries down to meet me and I'm always late
But she sits, waiting patiently, smiles when she first sees me
'cause she's made that way 

And if that's not loving me (loving me)
Then all I've got to say (got to say)

God didn't make little green apples and it don't snow in Indianapolis when the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make-believe, no puppy dogs, no autumn leaves, no B.B. 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 to go to ease my mind
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Copyrights:

Author: Bobby Russell, Rod McKuen

Composer: Bobby Russell

Publisher: Tom Jones Enterprises Ltd.

Details:

Released in: 1969

Language: English

Appearing on: This Is Tom Jones (1969)

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