Chords
Little Green Apples

Key: B

Introduction:

difficulty
hard |||||
            Fm7  Bb7 
Verse
             Fm7 
And I wake up in the morning
 Fm7                                      Bb7                           Eb7M   C7 
With my hair down in my eyes and she says hi
       Fm7 
And I stumble to the breakfast table
                       Fm7         Bb7                                         Eb7M   C7 
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 
And I look across at smiling lips
               Fm7             Bb7                                   Eb7M 
That warm my heart and see my morning sun
                                     Fm7             Bb7         Fm7                         Bb7 
And if that's not loving me       then all I've got to say
                       Eb                                   Eb7M 
God didn't make little green apples
                                                     Eb6                 Fm               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        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
Key change to E
 F#m             F#m7                                   B7                   E7M  E6  G#m7  G#ยบ 
Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy
 F#m               F#m7 
And ask if she could get away
                                   B7                                               E7M  E6  E7M 
And meet me and maybe we can grab a bite to eat
 Bm7                     E7 
And she drops what she's doing
                         E7                                                             A7M  Am6 
And she hurries down to meet me and I'm always late
 F#m7 
But she sits waiting patiently
                       F#m7                                       B7                                       E  E7M  E6  E7M 
And smiles when she first sees me cause she's made that way
                                         F#m7   B7           F#m7                       B7 
And if that ain't loving me then all I've got to say

 C7       Gm7 
God didn't make little green apples
                   Gm7                                         C7                             F7M     F6 
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
             Gm7 
And there's no such think as make-believe,
                           C7                                         F7M   F6 
Puppy dogs or autumn leaves and BB guns
 C7       Gm7 
God didn't make little green apples
                   Gm7                                         C7                             F7M     F6 
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
           Gm7 
And there's no such think as make-believe,
                           C7                                         F7M   F6 
Puppy dogs or   autumn leaves and BB guns

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