Chords for Glen Campbell / Bobbie Gentry: Little Green Apples (1968) - Lyrics
Tempo:
95.55 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
Em
Am
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Well, [Em] I wake up in the [A] morning with my hair down in my eyes and [D] she says,
Hi.
[E] And I hurry to the [A] breakfast table while the kids are going off to school.
[D] Goodbye.
[Am] And she reaches [D] out and takes my [A] hand and squeezes it [D] and says,
[G] How you feeling, hon?
[Em] And I look [A] across at smiling [E] lips that warms my [A] heart and I [D] see my morning [A] sun.
[D]
And [Em] if that's not a loving [A] me, [B]
[A] [Em] then all I've got to [A] say.
[Em]
[A] [D] God didn't make the little green apples and it don't rain in [Em] Indianapolis in the summertime.
[A] [Em]
[A] [Em]
[A] [D]
And when myself is feeling low, I think about your face a-glowin' these days.
And I think about the little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis [Em] in the summertime.
[A] [Em]
[A] [Em] And when myself [A] is feeling low, [Em] I think about [A] your face a [D]-glowin' these days.
[Am] [D] Sometimes I [Am] call him up, [D] knowing [G] he's busy.
[Am] And ask if [D] he could get away [Am] and meet me, [D] maybe [G] grab a bite to eat.
[Dm] And he drops [G] what he's doing [Dm] and hurries down [G] to meet me [C] and I'm always late.
[Am] He sits [D] waiting patiently [Am] and smiles when he [D] first sees me, [G] cause he's made that way.
And if that's [A] not a loving [D] me, [A]
[D] [Am] then all I've [D] got to say.
God didn't make the little green apples and it don't snow in Minneapolis [Em] when the winter [A] comes.
[Em]
[A] [Em] There's no such thing [A] as make-believe, [Em] fluffy dogs in [A] the leaves, [D] no BB gun.
God didn't make the little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime.
[A] [Em] [A]
[Em] And when myself [A] is feeling low, [G] I think about your [A] face a [D]-glowin' these nights.
Hi.
[E] And I hurry to the [A] breakfast table while the kids are going off to school.
[D] Goodbye.
[Am] And she reaches [D] out and takes my [A] hand and squeezes it [D] and says,
[G] How you feeling, hon?
[Em] And I look [A] across at smiling [E] lips that warms my [A] heart and I [D] see my morning [A] sun.
[D]
And [Em] if that's not a loving [A] me, [B]
[A] [Em] then all I've got to [A] say.
[Em]
[A] [D] God didn't make the little green apples and it don't rain in [Em] Indianapolis in the summertime.
[A] [Em]
[A] [Em]
[A] [D]
And when myself is feeling low, I think about your face a-glowin' these days.
And I think about the little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis [Em] in the summertime.
[A] [Em]
[A] [Em] And when myself [A] is feeling low, [Em] I think about [A] your face a [D]-glowin' these days.
[Am] [D] Sometimes I [Am] call him up, [D] knowing [G] he's busy.
[Am] And ask if [D] he could get away [Am] and meet me, [D] maybe [G] grab a bite to eat.
[Dm] And he drops [G] what he's doing [Dm] and hurries down [G] to meet me [C] and I'm always late.
[Am] He sits [D] waiting patiently [Am] and smiles when he [D] first sees me, [G] cause he's made that way.
And if that's [A] not a loving [D] me, [A]
[D] [Am] then all I've [D] got to say.
God didn't make the little green apples and it don't snow in Minneapolis [Em] when the winter [A] comes.
[Em]
[A] [Em] There's no such thing [A] as make-believe, [Em] fluffy dogs in [A] the leaves, [D] no BB gun.
God didn't make the little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime.
[A] [Em] [A]
[Em] And when myself [A] is feeling low, [G] I think about your [A] face a [D]-glowin' these nights.
Key:
A
D
Em
Am
G
A
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, [Em] I wake up in the [A] morning with my hair down in my eyes and [D] she says,
Hi. _ _ _
_ [E] And I hurry to the [A] breakfast table while the kids are going off to school.
[D] Goodbye. _ _ _ _
_ [Am] And she reaches [D] out and takes my [A] hand and squeezes it [D] and says,
[G] How you feeling, hon? _ _ _
_ [Em] And I look [A] across at smiling [E] lips that warms my [A] heart and I [D] see my morning [A] sun.
_ [D] _
And [Em] if that's not a loving [A] me, [B] _ _
[A] _ [Em] then all I've got to [A] say.
_ [Em] _
_ [A] _ [D] God didn't make the little green apples and it don't rain in [Em] Indianapolis in the summertime.
_ [A] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ And when myself is feeling low, I think about your face a-glowin' these days.
And I think about the little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis [Em] in the summertime.
[A] _ _ [Em] _ _
[A] _ [Em] And when myself [A] is feeling low, [Em] I think about [A] your face a [D]-glowin' these days. _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ [D] Sometimes I [Am] call him up, [D] knowing [G] he's busy. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] And ask if [D] he could get away [Am] and meet me, [D] maybe [G] grab a bite to eat. _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] And he drops [G] what he's doing [Dm] and hurries down [G] to meet me [C] and I'm always late. _ _
_ [Am] He sits [D] waiting patiently [Am] and smiles when he [D] first sees me, [G] cause he's made that way. _
And if that's [A] not a loving [D] me, [A] _ _
[D] _ [Am] then all I've [D] got to say. _ _
_ God didn't make the little green apples and it don't snow in Minneapolis [Em] when the winter [A] comes.
_ [Em] _ _
[A] _ [Em] There's no such thing [A] as make-believe, [Em] fluffy dogs in [A] the leaves, [D] no BB gun. _ _ _ _
_ God didn't make the little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime.
[A] _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _
[Em] And when myself [A] is feeling low, [G] I think about your [A] face a [D]-glowin' these nights. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, [Em] I wake up in the [A] morning with my hair down in my eyes and [D] she says,
Hi. _ _ _
_ [E] And I hurry to the [A] breakfast table while the kids are going off to school.
[D] Goodbye. _ _ _ _
_ [Am] And she reaches [D] out and takes my [A] hand and squeezes it [D] and says,
[G] How you feeling, hon? _ _ _
_ [Em] And I look [A] across at smiling [E] lips that warms my [A] heart and I [D] see my morning [A] sun.
_ [D] _
And [Em] if that's not a loving [A] me, [B] _ _
[A] _ [Em] then all I've got to [A] say.
_ [Em] _
_ [A] _ [D] God didn't make the little green apples and it don't rain in [Em] Indianapolis in the summertime.
_ [A] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ And when myself is feeling low, I think about your face a-glowin' these days.
And I think about the little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis [Em] in the summertime.
[A] _ _ [Em] _ _
[A] _ [Em] And when myself [A] is feeling low, [Em] I think about [A] your face a [D]-glowin' these days. _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ [D] Sometimes I [Am] call him up, [D] knowing [G] he's busy. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] And ask if [D] he could get away [Am] and meet me, [D] maybe [G] grab a bite to eat. _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] And he drops [G] what he's doing [Dm] and hurries down [G] to meet me [C] and I'm always late. _ _
_ [Am] He sits [D] waiting patiently [Am] and smiles when he [D] first sees me, [G] cause he's made that way. _
And if that's [A] not a loving [D] me, [A] _ _
[D] _ [Am] then all I've [D] got to say. _ _
_ God didn't make the little green apples and it don't snow in Minneapolis [Em] when the winter [A] comes.
_ [Em] _ _
[A] _ [Em] There's no such thing [A] as make-believe, [Em] fluffy dogs in [A] the leaves, [D] no BB gun. _ _ _ _
_ God didn't make the little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime.
[A] _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _
[Em] And when myself [A] is feeling low, [G] I think about your [A] face a [D]-glowin' these nights. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _