Cifras
Little Green Apples

Tom: A

Introdução: Fm7    Bb7    

                  Fm7  
And I wake up in the morning
Fm7+                              Fm7                 Bb7                            Eb7+  C7  
With my hair down in my eyes and she says hi
             Fm7                                                    Fm7+  
And I stumble to the breakfast table
                          Fm7              Bb7                                                      Eb7+  C7  
While the kids are going off to school goodbye
          Bbm7                            Eb7/9                    Bbm7  
And she reaches out and takes my hand
                                  Eb7/9                                              Ab7+  Abm6  
Squeezes it and says how you feelin' hon
                  Fm7                                    Fm7+  
And I look across at smiling lips
                     Fm7              Bb7                                              Eb7+  
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                                         Eb7+  
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                                              Eb7+  Eb6  
Or Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme
                                Eb                                         Eb7+  
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                            Eb7+  Eb6  
I think about her face and go and ease my mind
F#m                 F#m7+                            F#m7            B7                 E7+    E6  G#m7  G#º  
Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy
F#m                            F#m7+                    F#m7                                    B7                                                              E7+      E6E79+  
And ask if she could get away and meet me and maybe we can grab a bite to eat
Bm7                            E7  Bm7                                            E7                                                                                 A7+      Am6  
And she drops what she's doing and she hurries down to meet me and I'm always late
F#m7  
But she sits waiting patiently
                                F#m7                                                 B7                                                 E  E7+  E6  E7+  
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                                    Gm7+  
God didn't make little green apples
                  Gm7                                                              C7                                      F7+  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                                              F7+    F6  
Puppy dogs or    autumn leaves and BB guns
C7    Gm7                                    Gm7+  
God didn't make little green apples
                Gm7                                                              C7                                            F7+  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                                              F7+    F6  
Puppy dogs or    autumn leaves and BB guns

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