Little Green Apples chords by Glen Campbell

Little Green Apples
Glen Campbell & Bobbie Gentry

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

Chorus 1

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

Chorus 2

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

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
And when my self is feelin' low
 Em        A7       D      D6 D D6 D
I think about your face aglow and ease my mind


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