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Little Green Apples - Graham Blvd.

I wake up in the mornin'

With my hair down in my eyes and she says"Hi"

I stumble to the breakfast table

While the kids are goin' off to school goodbye

And she reaches out and takes my hand

Squeezes it and says"How you feelin', hon?"

Mmm

And I look across at smilin' lips

That warm my heart and see my mornin' sun

And if that's not lovin' me, lovin' me

Then all I've got to say, got to say

God didn't make the 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, no nursery rhyme

God didn't make the little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

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

She's busy

And ask her if she could get away and meet me

And grab a bite to eat

She drops what she's doin'

And hurries down to meet me

I'm always late

But she sits waitin' patiently

Smiles when she first sees me

'Cause she's made that way

And if that's not lovin' me, lovin' me

Then all I've got to say, got to say

God didn't make the little green apples

And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes

There's no such thing as make-believe

Puppy dogs, and autumn leaves and BB guns

God didn't make the 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, no nursery rhymes

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