Текст песни Roger Miller - Little Green Apples
Roger Miller - Little Green Apples слова песни
And I wake up in the mornin` with my hair down in my eyes and she says hiAnd I stumble to the breakfast table while the kids are goin` off to school goodbyeAnd she reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it and says how you feelin` honAnd I look across at smilin` lips that warm my heart and see my morning sunAnd if that`s not lovin` me then all I`ve got to sayGod didn`t make little green apples and it don`t rain in Indianapolis in the summertimeAnd there`s no such thing as Doctor SuessAnd Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhymeGod didn`t make little green apples and it don`t rain in Indianapolis in the summertimeAnd when myself is feelin` low I think about her face aglow and ease my mindSometimes I call her up at home knowin` she`s busyAnd ask her if she`d get away and meet me and maybe we could grab a bite to eatAnd she drops what she`s doin` and she hurries down to meet me and I`m always lateBut she sits waitin` patientlyAnd smiles when she first sees me cause she`s made that wayAnd if that ain`t lovin` me then all I`ve got to sayGod didn`t make little green applesAnd it don`t snow in Minneapolis when the winter comesAnd there`s no such think as make believe puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB gunsGod didn`t make little green apples and it don`t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime