Cifras
Little Green Apples

Tono: E

Introducción:  Fm7   Bb7  

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And I wake up in the morning
 Fm7M                                   Fm7                   Bb7                                   Eb7M   C7 
With my hair down in my eyes and she says hi
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And I stumble to the breakfast table
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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
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And I look across at smiling lips
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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
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God didn't make little green apples
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And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
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And there's no such thing as Doctor Suess
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Or Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme
                                       Eb                                             Eb7M 
God didn't make little green apples
                                                                               Eb6                           Fm         Fm7M   Fm7  Bb7 
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
                         Fm                                               Fm7M 
And when myself is feeling low
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I think about her face and go and ease my mind
Key change to E
 F#m                       F#m7M                     F#m7             B7                       E7M  E6  G#m7  G#º 
Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy
 F#m                             F#m7M                     F#m7                                             B7                                                                             E7M  E6  E7M(9) 
And ask if she could get away and meet me and maybe we can grab a bite to eat
 Bm7                                 E7  Bm7                                                   E7                                                                                                       A7M  Am6 
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
                                                         F#m7   B7           F#m7                           B7 
And if that ain't loving me then all I've got to say

 C7       Gm7                               Gm7M 
God didn't make little green apples
                     Gm7                                                                       C7                                               F7M     F6 
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
               Gm7                                             Gm7M                                     Gm7 
And there's no such think as make-believe,
                                                   C7                                                             F7M   F6 
Puppy dogs or   autumn leaves and BB guns
 C7       Gm7                               Gm7M 
God didn't make little green apples
                   Gm7                                                                       C7                                                     F7M     F6 
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
               Gm7                                             Gm7M                                 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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