Текст и слова песни Tom Jones – Little Green Apples
Well, I wake up in the mornin'
With my head down in my eyes and she says, "Hi"
And I stumble to the breakfast table
While the kids are goin' off to school, "Goodbye"
Then she reaches out takes my hand and squeezes it
Says, "How you feelin', hon'?" that's what she says
Then I look across at smilin' lips
That warm my heart and see my mornin' sun
And if that's not lovin' me
(Lovin' me )
Then all I've got to say
(Got to say)
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And there's no such thing as Doctor Suess
Disneyland, no mother goose, no nursery rhymes
God didn't make the 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 to ease my mind
If that's not lovin' you
If that's not lovin' you
Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy
I asked her, I asked her if she could get away
And meet me and grab a bite to eat
Then she drops what she's doin'
Hurries down to meet me and I'm always late
But she sits waitin' patiently, smiles when she first sees me
'Cause she's made that way
And if that's not lovin' me
(Lovin' me )
Then all I've got to say
(Got to say)
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make believe
No puppy dogs, no autumn leaves, no BB guns
God didn't make the 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 to ease my mind
With my head down in my eyes and she says, "Hi"
And I stumble to the breakfast table
While the kids are goin' off to school, "Goodbye"
Then she reaches out takes my hand and squeezes it
Says, "How you feelin', hon'?" that's what she says
Then I look across at smilin' lips
That warm my heart and see my mornin' sun
And if that's not lovin' me
(Lovin' me )
Then all I've got to say
(Got to say)
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And there's no such thing as Doctor Suess
Disneyland, no mother goose, no nursery rhymes
God didn't make the 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 to ease my mind
If that's not lovin' you
If that's not lovin' you
Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy
I asked her, I asked her if she could get away
And meet me and grab a bite to eat
Then she drops what she's doin'
Hurries down to meet me and I'm always late
But she sits waitin' patiently, smiles when she first sees me
'Cause she's made that way
And if that's not lovin' me
(Lovin' me )
Then all I've got to say
(Got to say)
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make believe
No puppy dogs, no autumn leaves, no BB guns
God didn't make the 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 to ease my mind
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