Текст песни Little Green Apples - Christopher Martin
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
Kisses
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
She
drops
what
she′s
doin'
and
she
hurries
down
to
meet
me
And
I′m
always
late
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
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