Little Green Apples

Album cover art for "Little Green Apples" by Helena Vondráčková

Helena Vondráčková - Pop

Little Green Apples

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Duration: 3:51

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And I wake up in the morning With my hair down in my eyes And he says: Hi And I stumble to the breakfast table While the kids are goin' off to school Goodbye And he reaches out And takes my hand Squeezes it says: How you feeling hon? And I look across At smiling 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 It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss 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 his face aglow to ease my mind Sometimes I call him up at work Knowing he's busy And ask if he could get away And meet me and never bite to eat I know he drops Everything he's doing And hurries down to meet me And I'm always late But he sits waiting patiently And smiles when he first sees me 'cause he's made that way And if that's not loving me Then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples And it don't snow in Indianapolis in the winter times There's no such thing as make-believe Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and B.B. guns God didn't make 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 is no nursery rhyme God didn't make little green apples

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  • Bobby Russell