Текст (слова) песни: Roger Miller - 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 you feelin` hon And I look across at smilin` lips that warm my heart and see my morning 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 Suess And Disneyland and Mother Goose is 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`d 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 think as make believe puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns God didn`t make little green apples and it don`t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
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