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And I stumble to the breakfast table while the kids are goin' off to school goodbye
        Am7             D7                Am7                  D7                G  Gm7 C7
And she reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it and says how you feelin' hon
       Em7           A7                Em7               A7             D
And I look across at smilin' lips that warm my heart and see my morning sun


[Pre-chorus]
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And if that's not lovin' me...
A7            Em7        A7      Em7  A7
then all I've got to say...


[Chorus]
D
Is 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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There's no such thing as Doctor Suess Disneyland and
A               D             Dmaj7 D6 D5
Mother Goose no nursery rhyme
D
God didn't make little green apples
D                                        Em          Em7   A
and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
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And when myself is feeling low I think about her face
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Aglow to ease my mind


[Verse 2]
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Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy
    Em                            Em7         A7
And ask her if she'd get away and meet me and maybe we
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Could grab a bite to eat
    Am                   D         Am7
And she drops what she's doin' and hurries down to
D7              G           Gm7 C7
Meet me and I'm always late
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But she sits waitin' patiently and smiles when she first sees me
A7          D
Cause she's made that way


[Pre-chorus]
N.C.              Em7       A7      Em7
And if that's not lovin' me...
A7            Em7        A7      Em7  A7
then all I've got to say...


[Chorus 3]
D
God didn't make little green apples
D                                         Em           Em7   A
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
        Em                                           A7                D       Dmaj7 D6 D5
There's no such think as make believe puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns
D
God didn't make little green apples
D                                        Em          Em7   A
and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
    Em                                           A
And when myself is feeling low I think about her face
A        D            Dmaj7 D6 D5
Aglow to ease my mind
D
God didn't make little green apples
D                                        Em        Em7  A
and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime... fade