Little Green Apples Teclado

	  Intro:  D 

verse 1 

D      Em             A 
Well I wake up in the mornin' 
        Em              A              D 
With my hair down in my eyes and she says "Hi" 
      Em           A 
And I hurry to the breakfast table 
          Em             A             D 
While the kids are goin' off to school…goodbye 
        C               D 
And she reaches out 'n' takes my hand 
    C               D             G    
And squeezes it 'n' says "How ya feelin', hon?" 
       Em            A7 
And I look across at smilin' lips 
     Em             A7          D 
That warm my heart and I see my mornin' sun 

Pre-Chorus 1 

                  Em         A7   Em   
And if that's not lovin' me 
A7            Em         A 
Then all I've got to say 


D 
God didn't make the little green apples 
                                         Em         A7 Em A7  
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime 
Em                       A7 
there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss 
Em              A7               D 
Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhymes 

God didn't make the little green apples 
                                         Em          A7 Em A7  
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime 
    Em              A 
And when my self is feelin' low 
  Em               A              D 
I think about your face aglow and ease my mind 

verse 2 

Am    D                Am  D               G 
  Sometimes I call him up     knowin' he's busy 
Am                     D           Am 
  And ask if he could get away and meet me 
D              G          G6 Gmaj7 G6 
  maybe grab a bite to eat 
Dm                       G         Dm              G7 
  And he drops what he's doin' and hurries down to meet me 
    C               Am C 
And I'm always late 
D               D7            D              D7 
he sits waitin' patiently and smiles when he first sees me 
 G 
'cause he's made that way 

Pre-Chorus 2 

                 D         Am  D   
And if thats not lovin' me 
Am            D          Am 
Then all I've got to say 


D 
God didn't make the little green apples 
                                          Em           A7 Em A7  
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes 
Em                       A7 
there's no such thing as make-believe 
Em          A7                 D 
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'no' BB guns 

Outro 

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God didn't make the little green apples 
                                         Em         A7 Em A7 
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime 
Em                  A7 
And when my self is feelin' low 
  Em               A7             D            D6 D D6 D 
I think about your face aglow and ease my mind