Little Green Apples Karaoke Robbie Williams

Karaoke Little Green Apples Robbie Williams feat. Kelly Clarkson

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In the same key as the original: F

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Lyrics of Little Green Apples

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 going
Off to school goodbye
And she reaches out
And takes my hand and squeezes it and says how you feelin' Hon?
And I look across at smiling lips that warms my heart
And I see my morning sun
And if that's not loving me then all I've got to say
God didn't make the little green apples
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain
And it don't rain
In Indianapolis in the summertime
In Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor Suess
There's no such thing as Doctor Suess or Disneyland and Mother Goose
Disneyland and Mother Goose
No nursery rhymes
No nursery rhymes
God didn't make the little green apples
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain
And it don't rain
In Indianapolis in the summertime
In Indianapolis in the summertime
When myself is feeling low
I think about your face aglow
When myself is feeling low
I think about your face aglow and ease my mind and ease my mind
Sometimes I call him up knowing he's busy
And ask if he can get away
Meet me maybe grab a bite to eat
And he drops what he's doing and hurries down to meet me and I'm always late
But he sits waiting patiently and smiles when he first sees me
'Cos he's made that way
And if that's not loving me then all I've got to say
God didn't make the little green apples
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't snow
And it don't snow
In Minneapolis when the winter comes
In Minneapolis when the winter comes
There's no such thing as make believe
There's no such thing as make believe puppy dogs or autumn leaves puppy dogs or autumn leaves
No B.B. guns
No B.B. guns
God didn't make the little green apples
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain
And it don't rain
In Indianapolis in the summertime
In Indianapolis in the summertime
When myself is feeling low
I think about your face aglow
When myself is feeling low
I think about your face aglow and ease my mind and ease my mind

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