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Little Green Apples by Tom Jonesالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Little Green Apples by Tom Jones

     

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And I wake up in the mornin'

With my hair down in 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 'n' takes my hand

And squeezes it 'n' says "How ya feelin', hon?"

And I look across at smilin' lips

That warm my heart and see my mornin' 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 Seuss

Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme

God didn't make little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

And when my self 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 could 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 thing as make-believe

Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns



God didn't make little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis

Writer : BOBBY RUSSELL
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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