Little Green Apples – Chris Martin (originally by O. C. Smith)
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Oh, 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 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 the little green apples And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime There’s no such thing as Doctor Seuss Disneyland and Mother Goose, and no nursery rhyme Jah didn’t make the little green apples And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And when my self 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, yes 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
Well, if that not lovin’ me Then all I’ve got to say
God didn’t make the little green apples And it don’t snow in Indianapolis in the winter time There’s no such thing as Doctor Seuss Disneyland and Mother Goose, and no nursery rhyme Jah didn’t make the little green apples And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And when my life is feelin’ low I think about her face aglow and ease my mind