Little Green Apples chords by Ed Ames

• Difficulty: Advanced

Introd.: Fm7 Bb7


           Fm7
And I wake up in the morning
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With my hair down in my eyes and she says hi
        Fm7                             Fm7+
And I stumble to the breakfast table
                Fm7       Bb7                               Eb7M  C7/9-
While the kids are going off to school goodbye
        Bbm7                Eb7/9             Bbm7
And she reaches out and takes my hand
                     Eb7/9                             Ab7M   Abm6
Squeezes it and says how you feelin' hon
           Fm7                    Fm7+
And I look across at smiling lips
               Fm7         Bb7                             Eb7M
That warm my heart and see my morning sun
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And if that's not loving me       then all I've got to say
Melody
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God didn't make little green apples
                                       Eb6              Fm     Fm7+  Fm7 Bb7
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
            Fm                                    Fm7+
And there's no such thing as Doctor Suess
              Fm7                          Bb7                           Eb7M Eb6
Or Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme
                   Eb                       Eb7M
God didn't make little green apples
                                       Eb6              Fm     Fm7+  Fm7 Bb7
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
            Fm                        Fm7+
And when myself is feeling low
            Fm7                        Bb7                   Eb7M Eb6
I think about her face and go and ease my mind
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Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy
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And ask if she could get away and meet me and maybe we can grab a bite to eat
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And she drops what she's doing and she hurries down to meet me and I'm always late
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But she sits waiting patiently
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And smiles when she first sees me cause she's made that way
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And if that ain't loving me then all I've got to say
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God didn't make little green apples
          Gm7                                    C7                        F7M   F6
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
       Gm7                       Gm7+                   Gm7
And there's no such think as make-believe
                         C7                               F7M  F6
Puppy dogs or  autumn leaves and BB guns
C7    Gm7                Gm7+
God didn't make little green apples
         Gm7                                    C7                           F7M   F6
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
       Gm7                       Gm7+                 Gm7
And there's no such think as make-believe
                          C7                               F7M  F6
Puppy dogs or  autumn leaves and BB guns