Little Green Apples piano leadsheet with chords

And I wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes and she says,

"Hi."

And I stumble to the breakfast table while the kids are going off to school,

goodbye.

And she reaches out an' takes my hand,

squeezes it, says, "How you feelin',

hon?"

And I look across at smiling lips that warm my heart and see the 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 Indianap'lis in the summertime.

There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss,

Disneyland, and Mother Goose is no nurs'ry rhyme.

God didn't make little green apples,

and it don't rain in Indianap'lis in the summertime.

And when myself is feelin' low I think about her face aglow to ease my mind.

Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy.

And ask if she could get away and meet me and grab a bite to eat.

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

But she sits waiting patiently and smiles when she first sees me 'cause she's made that way.

God didn't make little green apples and it don't rain in Indianap'lis in the summertime.

God didn't make little green apples and it don't rain in Indianap'lis in the summertime.