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Glen Campbell / Bobbie Gentry: Little Green Apples (1968) - Lyrics

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Uploaded on Apr 11, 2010

The song "Little Green Apples" was written by Bobby Russell (1940 - 1992); the song won him the 1969 Grammy Award for Song of the Year and the Grammy Award for Best Country Song. Artists: Glen Campbell - vocals, acoustic guitar; Bobbie Gentry - vocals; Hal Blaine - drums; Dennis McCarthy - keyboards; Al Casey - acoustic guitar; and Joe Osborn - bass guitar.

LP track listing:

"Less of Me" - "Little Green Apples" - "Gentle on My Mind" -
"Heart to Heart Talk" - "My Elusive Dreams" - "(It's Only Your) Imagination" - "Mornin' Glory" - "Terrible Tangled Web" - "Sunday Mornin'" - "Let It Be Me" - "Scarborough Fair/Canticle"

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Lyrics


Well I wake up in the morning
With my hair down in my eyes
And she says "hi"

And I hurry to the breakfast table
While the kids are goin' off to school, goodbye.

And she reaches out and takes my hand
And squeezes it, and says how you feeling hon?

And I look across at smiling lips
That warm my heart, and I see my morning sun.

And if that's not lovin' me,
Then all I've got to say,

God didn't make the little green apples,
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time.
There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss
Disneyland and Mother Goose,
No nursery rhymes.

God didn't make the little green apples,
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time.
And when myself is feeling low,
I think about your face aglow and ease my mind.

Sometimes I call him up, knowing he's busy.
To ask if he could get away, meet me
Maybe grab a bite to eat.

And he drops what he's doing
Hurries down to meet me, and I'm always late.

But he sits waiting patiently,
And smiles when he first sees me,
Cause he's made that way.

And if that's not loving me,
Then all I got to say,

God didn't make the little green apples,
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes.
There's no such thing as make-believe,
Puppy dogs or autumn leaves, no bb guns.

God didn't make the little green apples,
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time.
And when myself is feeling low,
I think about your face aglow and ease my mind...

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