Текст и слова песни Eddy Arnold – Little Green Apples
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 says how you feelin' 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
And 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 feeling low I think about her face aglow to 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 grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she's doing and 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's not 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
There's no such thing as make believe
The puppy dogs and autumn leaves and the BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when myself is feeling low I think about her face aglow to ease my mind
(And if that's not loving me)
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 says how you feelin' 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
And 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 feeling low I think about her face aglow to 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 grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she's doing and 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's not 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
There's no such thing as make believe
The puppy dogs and autumn leaves and the BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when myself is feeling low I think about her face aglow to ease my mind
(And if that's not loving me)
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