Little Green Apples

Little Green Apples - Four Tops

Written by：Bob Russell

Ohh 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

Takes my hand

And squeezes it and says How ya feelin' hon

Oh yes she does

Look across at smilin' lips

That warm my heart and see my mornin' sun

And if that's not lovin' me

And if that's not lovin' me

Then all I've got to say

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

Ohh yeah a Thats

Ohh sometimes I call her up at phone

Just knowin' knowin' the girl is busy

And she get away

Meet me

Anywhere

Just the had a bite to eat

And she drops what ever the she's

Doin'

And she hurries down to meet me

No I'm always late

Always late

But she sits waitin'

Patiently

Smiles when she first sees me

Girls just made that way

And if that ain't lovin' me

And if that ain't lovin' me

Then all I've got to say

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

No no no

No such thing as make believe

Puppy dogs autumn leaves

No BB guns

God didn't make little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis In the summer time

When myself is feeling love

I just thing about a face of snow

And years of smile

Troble of mine

Got it that

Give me apple green