Patti Page - Little Green Apples lyrics

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And I wake up in the mornin'<br />

With my hair down in my eyes and he says Hi<br />

And I stumble to the breakfast table<br />

While the kids are goin' off to school goodbye<br />

And he reaches out 'n' takes my hand<br />

And squeezes it 'n' says How ya feelin', hon?<br />

And I look across at smilin' lips<br />

That warm my heart and see my mornin' sun<br />

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And if that's not lovin' me<br />

Then all I've got to say<br />

God didn't make little green apples<br />

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime<br />

And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss<br />

Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme<br />

God didn't make little green apples<br />

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime<br />

And when my self is feelin' low<br />

I think about his face aglow and ease my mind<br />

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Sometimes I call him up at home knowin' he's busy<br />

And ask him if he could get away and meet me<br />

And maybe we could grab a bite to eat<br />

And he drops what he's doin' and he hurries down to meet me<br />

And I'm always late<br />

But he sits waitin' patiently and smiles when he first sees me<br />

'Cause he's made that way<br />

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And if that ain't lovin' me<br />

Then all I've got to say<br />

God didn't make little green apples<br />

And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes<br />

And there's no such thing as make-believe<br />

Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns<br />

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FADE<br />

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God didn't make little green apples<br />

And it don't rain in Indianapolis