Little Green Apples(Chords)

	        
Introdução: Fm7 Bb7 

Verse 
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And I wake up in the morning  
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With my hair down in my eyes and she says hi 
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And I stumble to the breakfast table  
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While the kids are going off to school goodbye 
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And she reaches out and takes my hand  
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Squeezes it and says how you feelin' hon 
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And I look across at smiling lips  
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That warm my heart and see my morning sun 
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And if that's not loving me       then all I've got to say  
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God didn't make little green apples  
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And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime 
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And there's no such thing as Doctor Suess  
              Fm7                          Bb7                           Eb7M Eb6 
Or Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme 
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God didn't make little green apples  
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And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime 
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And when myself is feeling low  
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I think about her face and go and ease my mind 
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Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy 
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And ask if she could get away and meet me and maybe we can grab a bite to eat 
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And she drops what she's doing and she hurries down to meet me and I'm always late 
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But she sits waiting patiently  
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And smiles when she first sees me cause she's made that way 

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And if that ain't loving me then all I've got to say 
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God didn't make little green apples  
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And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes 
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And there's no such think as make-believe,  
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Puppy dogs or  autumn leaves and BB guns 
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God didn't make little green apples  
         Gm7                                    C7                           F7M   F6 
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes 
       Gm7                       Gm7+                 Gm7                         
And there's no such think as make-believe, 
                          C7                               F7M  F6 
Puppy dogs or  autumn leaves and BB guns
	        

Written by Bobby Russel