little green apples — текст песни (miller roger)

Little Green Apples
Sung by Roger Miller
Words and Music by Bobby Russell

transcribed by darrenblin@hotmail.com

Chords used:
Dm 000231
C 032010
C7 032310
G7 320001
G 320003


Dm
And I wake up in the mornin`
C
with my hair down in my eyes and she says Hi
Dm
And I stumble to the breakfast table
C
while the kids are goin` off to school goodbye
C7
And she reaches out and takes my hand
Dm
and squeezes it and says How ya feelin`, hon?
G7
And I look across at smilin` lips
C
that warm my heart and see my mornin` sun

Dm G Dm G
And if that`s not lovin` me
Dm G Dm G
then all I`ve got to say

C
God didn`t make little green apples
Dm G Dm G
and it don`t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
Dm G
And there`s no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Dm G C
or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
C
God didn`t make little green apples
Dm G Dm G
and it don`t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
Dm G
And when my self is feelin` low
Dm G C
I think about her face aglow and ease my mind

Dm C
Sometimes I call her up at home knowin` she`s busy
Dm
and ask her if she could get away and meet me
C
and maybe we could grab a bite to eat
C7
And she drops what she`s doin` and she hurries down to meet me
Dm
and I`m always late
G7
But she sits waitin` patiently and smiles when she first sees me
C
`cause she`s made that way

Dm G Dm G
And if that`s not lovin` me
Dm G Dm G
then all I`ve got to say

C
God didn`t make little green apples
Dm G Dm G
and it don`t snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
Dm G
And there`s no such thing as make believe,
Dm G C
puppy dogs, autumn leaves and BB guns

C
God didn`t make little green apples

And it don`t rain in Indianapolis....