Little Green Apples(Chords)

	        Intro: Fm7 Bb7 

Verse 
        Fm7                                        
And I wake up in the morning  
Fm7+                  Fm7          Bb7                Eb7M  C7/9-     
With my hair down in my eyes and she says hi 
        Fm7                             Fm7+                     
And I stumble to the breakfast table  
              Fm7       Bb7                             Eb7M  C7/9-     
While the kids are going off to school goodbye 
        Bbm7                Eb7/9             Bbm7                  
And she reaches out and takes my hand  
                  Eb7/9                             Ab7M   Abm6 
Squeezes it and says how you feelin' hon 
           Fm7                    Fm7+                   
And I look across at smiling lips  
               Fm7         Bb7                          Eb7M       
That warm my heart and see my morning sun 
                        Fm7        Bb7         Fm7             Bb7 
And if that's not loving me       then all I've got to say  

Melody 
                Eb                       Eb7M                                       
God didn't make little green apples  
                                   Eb6              Fm     Fm7+  Fm7 Bb7 
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime 
            Fm                                    Fm7+              
And there's no such thing as Doctor Suess  
              Fm7                        Bb7                         Eb7M Eb6 
Or Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme 
                Eb                       Eb7M                                       
God didn't make little green apples  
                                   Eb6              Fm     Fm7+  Fm7 Bb7 
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime 
            Fm                        Fm7+              
And when myself is feeling low  
          Fm7                        Bb7                   Eb7M Eb6               
I think about her face and go and ease my mind 
F#m            F#m7+           F#m7       B7            E7M E6 G#m7 G#dim 
Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy 
F#m               F#m7+           F#m7                       B7                                       E7M E6 E7M/9 
And ask if she could get away and meet me and maybe we can grab a bite to eat 
Bm7                 E7/9- Bm7                          E7/9-                                                    A7M Am6 
And she drops what she's doing and she hurries down to meet me and I'm always late 
F#m7                            F#m7                
But she sits waiting patiently  
                 F#m7                           B7                               E E7M E6 E7M 
And smiles when she first sees me cause she's made that way 
                         F#m7  B7     F#m7              B7  
And if that ain't loving me then all I've got to say 
C7    Gm7                Gm7+                  
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 
C7    Gm7                Gm7+                  
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