title: Little Green Appleskey: Countryharp type: Chromaticgenre: Gskill: AnyBy Bobby RussellEddy Arnold, Roger MillerKey: G-3 -4 4 4 4 4 4 4And I wake up in the morn-ing-3 -4 4 4 4 -5 -4with my hair down in my eyes-3 3 -3 -11*-1and she says hi-3 -4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 -3And I stum-ble to the break-fast ta-ble-3 -4 4 4 4 -5 -4 -3 4while the kids are go-ing off to school,-4 -11*-1Good- bye.-3 -4 4 4 4 -4 4 -4 -3And she reach-es out and takes my hand-5 -5 -5 -4 4 -4 -3 -4 -3Squeeze-es it says how you feel-in’ hon?-3 -4 4 4 4 -5 -4 -3 -3And I look a-cross at smil-ing lips-3 4 4 4 -5 -4 -3 4 -4 3that warm my heart, and see my morn-ing sun.-1 -1 2 -1 -3 -5 -5And if that’s not lov-in’ me,-1 2 -1 -3 -5 -5then all I’ve got to say,-4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 4 -4God did-n’t make lit-tle green ap-ples,-1 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 4 -4and it don’t rain in In-dian-ap-‘lis-3 3 -3 2 2in the sum-mer time.-3 -3 -3 -3 -3-4-3 -3There’s no such thing as D-r. Seuss-3 -3 -3 -3 -4 -3 3Dis-ney Land and Moth-er Goose,-2*-2* 3 -1 -1Is no nurs-‘ry rhymes.-4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 4 -4God did-n’t make lit-tle green ap-ples,-4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 4 -4and it don’t rain in In-dian-ap-‘lis-3 3 -3 2 2in the sum-mer time.-3 -3 -3 -3 -3 -4 -3 -3And when my-self is feel-in’ low,-3 -3 -3 -3 -3 -4 -3 3 -2* 3 -1 -1I think a-bout her face a-glow to ease my mind.3 -3 -3 -3 3 -3 3 -3Some-times I call her up, at home,-3 -3 3 -4 -5Know-ing she’s bus-y.3 -3 -3 -3 3 -3 -3 -3And ask if she could get a-way,3 -3 -3 -3 -3 3 -4 -5 -5And meet me and grab a bite to eat.-5 -5 -5 -5 -4 4 -4And she drops what she’s do-in’-3 -5 -5 -5 -4 4 -4and hur-ries down to meet me,-3 -4 -3 -3 -3and I’m al-ways late.-3-4 4 4 4 -5 -4 -3 -3But she sits wait-ing pa-tient-ly,-3 4 4 4 -5 -4 -3and smiles when she first sees me,4 -4 3 3 3‘cause she’s made that way.-1 -1 2 -1 -3 -5 -5And if that’s not lov-in’ me,-1 2 -1 -3 -5 -5then all I’ve got to say,-4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 4 -4God did-n’t make lit-tle green ap-ples,-1 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 4 -4and it don’t snow in Min-ne-ap-‘lis-3 3 -3 2 2when the win-ter comes.-3 -3 -3 -3 -3 -4 -3 -3There’s no such thing as make-be-lieve,-3 -3 -3 -3 -4 -3 3 -2* 3-1 -1Pup-py dogs and au-tumn leaves and b-b guns.-1 -1 2 -1 -3 -5 -5And if that’s not lov-in’ me,-1 2 -1 -3 -5 -5then all I’ve got to say,-4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 4 -4God did-n’t make lit-tle green ap-ples,-1 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 4 -4and it don’t snow in Min-ne-ap-‘lis-3 3 -3 2 2when the win-ter comes.