Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Little Green Apples, artist - Bobbie Gentry. Album song The Bobbie Gentry Collection, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 31.12.2018
Record label: 2019 Revolver
Song language: English
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 and says, «How ya feelin', hon?» |
And I look across at smilin' lips |
That warm my heart and see my mornin' 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 Seuss |
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, 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 knowin' she’s busy |
And ask her if she could 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 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 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 thing as make-believe |
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves and BB guns |
God didn’t make little green apples |
And it don’t rain in Indianapolis |