Little Green Apples chords - Roger Miller ♬ How to Play

Little Green Apples chords

Chords used:
Dm   000231
C    032010
C7   032310
G7   320001
G    320003


        Dm
And I wake up in the mornin'
                                           C
with my hair down in my eyes and she says "Hi"
        Dm
And I stumble to the breakfast table
                                           C
while the kids are goin' off to school goodbye
          C7
And she reaches out and takes my hand
                                   Dm
and squeezes it and says "How ya feelin', hon?"
       G7
And I look across at smilin' lips
                                C
that warm my heart and see my mornin' sun


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                   Dm      G   Dm  G
And if that's not lovin' me
               Dm        G  Dm  G
then all I've got to say

C
God didn't make little green apples
                                          Dm    G   Dm   G
and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
             Dm                G
And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
        Dm           G                    C
or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
C
God didn't make little green apples
                                           Dm     G    Dm  G
and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
      Dm                    G
And when my self is feelin' low
     Dm              G             C
I think about her face aglow and ease my mind

       Dm                                    C
Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy
       Dm
and ask her if she could get away and meet me
                            C
and maybe we could grab a bite to eat
          C7
And she drops what she's doin' and she hurries down to meet me
           Dm
and I'm always late
         G7
But she sits waitin' patiently and smiles when she first sees me
               C
'cause she's made that way

                   Dm      G   Dm  G
And if that's not lovin' me
               Dm      G  Dm  G
then all I've got to say

C
God didn't make little green apples
                                             Dm     G    Dm   G
and it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
            Dm                 G
And there's no such thing as make believe,
          Dm         G         C
puppy dogs, autumn leaves and BB guns

C
God didn't make little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis...