George Morgan - Little Green Apples Lyrics
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Little Green Apples
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What Are The Lyrics For Little Green Apples By George Morgan?
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 and takes my hand And squeezes it and says how you feeling 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 There's no such thing as Doctor Suess And Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme God didn't make little 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 knowing 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 oh 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 snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes There's no such think as make believe Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns |
Who Wrote Little Green Apples By George Morgan?
Dennis Emanuel Brown
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