歌曲名 Little Green Apples

歌手名 Christopher Martin

作词：Bobby Russell

Uh huh

Ooh yeah

Ooh woah

Ooh woah

Well

Oh 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

She reaches out and takes my hand

Kisses it and says

How ya doing hun

And I look across her smiling lips

That warms my heart

and see my morning sun

And if that's not loving me Loving me

Then all I've got to say Got to say

Oh God didn't make the little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis

in the summertime

Summer summer summertime woah

There's no such thing as Dr Seuss

Disneyland and Mother Goose

and no nursery rhyme

Oh Jah didn't make the little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis

in the summertime

Summer summer summertime woah

And when my self is feeling low

I think about her face glow

and ease my mind

Sometimes I call her up at home

Knowing she's busy Busy busy busy

And ask her if she could get away

And meet me

maybe we could grab a bite to eat yes

She drops what she's doin'

And hurries down to meet me

And I'm always late

She sits waiting patiently

Smiles when she first sees me

'cause she's made that way

Well if that's not loving me Loving me

Then all I've got to say Got to say woah

Oh God didn't make the little green apples

And it don't snow in Indianapolis

in the wintertime

Well woah

There's no such thing as Dr Seuss

Disneyland and Mother Goose

and no nursery rhyme

Oh Jah didn't make the little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the

in the summertime

Well Lord God

And when my life is feeling low

I think about her face glow

and ease my mind

Oh yes well