Little Green Apples

And I (Am)wake up in the morning with my (Am7)hair down in my (D7)eyes and she says,

(G6)"Hi."

And I (Am)stumble to the breakfast table while the (Am7)kids are going (D7)off to school,

(G6)goodbye.

And she (G7)reaches out an' takes my hand,

squeezes it, says, "How you feelin',

(C6)hon?"

(Cm6)And I (Am7)look across at (D7)smiling lips that (Am7)warm my heart and (D7)see the morning (G6)sun.

And if that's not (Am7)lovin' me,

(D7)then all I've (Am7)got to say,

(G)God didn't make little green apples,

and (Gmaj7)it don't rain in Indianap'lis in the (Am7)summertime.

(D7)There's (Am7)no such thing as (D7)Doctor Seuss,

(Am7)Disneyland, and (D7)Mother Goose is no (G6)nurs'ry rhyme.

(G)God didn't make little green apples,

and (Gmaj7)it don't rain in Indianap'lis in the (Am7)summertime.

(D7)And (Am7)when myself is (D7)feelin' low I (Am7)think about her (D7)face aglow to (G6)ease my mind.

(D9)(Am7)Sometimes I call her (D9)up at (Am7)home (D7)(D9)knowing she's (G6)busy.

And (Am7)ask if she could (D7)get away and (Am7)meet me and grab a (G6)bite to eat.

And (G7)she drops what she's doin' and hurries down to meet me and I'm (C6)always late.

(Cm6)But (Am7)she sits waiting (D7)patiently and (Am7)smiles when she first (D7)sees me 'cause she's (G6)made that way.

(G)God didn't make little green apples and (Gmaj7)it don't rain in Indianap'lis in the (Am7)summertime.

(G)God didn't make little green apples and (Gmaj7)it don't rain in Indianap'lis in the (Am7)summertime.