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Little Green Apples
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And I wake up in the mornin' with my hair down inPágina
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 you feelin' hon
And I look across at smilin' lips that warm my
heart and see my morning 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 Suess And Disneyland and Mother
Goose is no nursery rhyme God didn't make little
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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'd 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 think as make believe puppy
dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns God didn't make
little green apples and it don't rain in
Indianapolis in the summertime
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