Little Green Apples Chords by O.C. Smith
Tempo:
83.675 bpm
Chords used:
Abm
Db
C
Gb
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Start Jamming...
[Bb]
[C] [Bb] I wake up in the morning with my hair [Eb] down and my eyes [F] and she says hi.
[Bb] And I stumble to the breakfast table while the [C] kids are going off to [F] school, goodbye.
And she [Bb] reaches out and takes my hand, [N] squeezes it and says, are you [Bb] feeling home?
[Bbm]
And I look [Em] across her smiling lips that [G] warm my heart [Em] and see my [Dm] morning sun.
[D]
And [Gm] if that's not loving me, [C] then all I got to say, [C] [F] oh God didn't make little green apples.
It don't rain in Indianapolis in [Gm] the summertime.
[C] And there's no such thing as Dr.
Seuss, Disneyland, Mother Goose is [F] no nursery rhyme.
God didn't make little green apples.
It don't rain in Indianapolis [Gm] in the summertime.
[C] [Gm] And when myself is feeling low, I think about [C] her face of gold [F] to ease my mind.
[Bb] [C]
[F]
[Abm] [B] [Db]
[Gb] [Eb]
[Abm] Sometimes I call up at home [Db] knowing [Gb] she's busy.
[Eb]
And [Abm] I ask if she could get away and [Db] meet [Gb] me and grab a bite to eat.
She [Dbm] drops what she's doing [Gb] and hurries down to meet me [B] when I'm always late.
[Bm]
[Abm] And she sits waiting patiently, [Db]
smiles when she first sees me, because [Gb] she's made that way.
If that's [Abm] not loving me, [Db]
all [Abm] I gotta say, [Db]
[Gb] God didn't make little green apples.
It don't snow in Minneapolis [Abm] when the winter comes.
[Db] And [Abm] there's no such thing as make believe, [Abm] puppy dogs, [Db] autumn leaves, [Gb] and BB guns.
God didn't make little green apples.
It don't rain in Indianapolis [Abm] in the summertime.
[Db] [Abm] [Db]
[N]
[C] [Bb] I wake up in the morning with my hair [Eb] down and my eyes [F] and she says hi.
[Bb] And I stumble to the breakfast table while the [C] kids are going off to [F] school, goodbye.
And she [Bb] reaches out and takes my hand, [N] squeezes it and says, are you [Bb] feeling home?
[Bbm]
And I look [Em] across her smiling lips that [G] warm my heart [Em] and see my [Dm] morning sun.
[D]
And [Gm] if that's not loving me, [C] then all I got to say, [C] [F] oh God didn't make little green apples.
It don't rain in Indianapolis in [Gm] the summertime.
[C] And there's no such thing as Dr.
Seuss, Disneyland, Mother Goose is [F] no nursery rhyme.
God didn't make little green apples.
It don't rain in Indianapolis [Gm] in the summertime.
[C] [Gm] And when myself is feeling low, I think about [C] her face of gold [F] to ease my mind.
[Bb] [C]
[F]
[Abm] [B] [Db]
[Gb] [Eb]
[Abm] Sometimes I call up at home [Db] knowing [Gb] she's busy.
[Eb]
And [Abm] I ask if she could get away and [Db] meet [Gb] me and grab a bite to eat.
She [Dbm] drops what she's doing [Gb] and hurries down to meet me [B] when I'm always late.
[Bm]
[Abm] And she sits waiting patiently, [Db]
smiles when she first sees me, because [Gb] she's made that way.
If that's [Abm] not loving me, [Db]
all [Abm] I gotta say, [Db]
[Gb] God didn't make little green apples.
It don't snow in Minneapolis [Abm] when the winter comes.
[Db] And [Abm] there's no such thing as make believe, [Abm] puppy dogs, [Db] autumn leaves, [Gb] and BB guns.
God didn't make little green apples.
It don't rain in Indianapolis [Abm] in the summertime.
[Db] [Abm] [Db]
[N]
Key:
Abm
Db
C
Gb
Bb
Abm
Db
C
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] I wake up in the morning with my hair [Eb] down and my eyes [F] and she says hi. _
_ _ [Bb] And I stumble to the breakfast table while the [C] kids are going off to [F] school, goodbye.
_ _ _ And she [Bb] reaches out and takes my hand, [N] squeezes it and says, are you [Bb] feeling home?
_ _ [Bbm] _
_ _ _ _ _ And I look [Em] across her smiling lips that [G] warm my heart [Em] and see my [Dm] morning sun.
_ _ [D] _ _
_ And [Gm] if that's not loving me, _ [C] _ _ then all I got to say, _ _ [C] _ _ _ [F] oh God didn't make little green apples.
It don't rain in Indianapolis in [Gm] the summertime.
_ _ _ _ [C] And there's no such thing as Dr.
Seuss, Disneyland, Mother Goose is [F] no nursery rhyme.
_ God didn't make little green apples.
It don't rain in Indianapolis [Gm] in the summertime. _ _ _
_ [C] _ [Gm] And when myself is feeling low, I think about [C] her face of gold [F] to ease my mind. _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Abm] _ _ [B] _ _ [Db] _
_ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ [Abm] Sometimes I call up at home [Db] knowing [Gb] she's busy.
_ _ [Eb] _
And _ [Abm] I ask if she could get away and [Db] meet [Gb] me and grab a bite to eat. _ _
_ She [Dbm] drops what she's doing [Gb] and hurries down to meet me [B] when I'm always late.
_ [Bm] _
_ _ [Abm] And she sits waiting patiently, [Db]
smiles when she first sees me, because [Gb] she's made that way. _ _
If that's [Abm] not loving me, _ [Db] _
_ all [Abm] I gotta say, _ _ [Db] _
_ _ _ [Gb] God didn't make little green apples.
It don't snow in Minneapolis [Abm] when the winter comes. _ _ _
_ [Db] And [Abm] there's no such thing as make believe, [Abm] puppy dogs, [Db] autumn leaves, [Gb] and BB guns.
_ God didn't make little green apples.
It don't rain in Indianapolis [Abm] in the summertime.
_ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] I wake up in the morning with my hair [Eb] down and my eyes [F] and she says hi. _
_ _ [Bb] And I stumble to the breakfast table while the [C] kids are going off to [F] school, goodbye.
_ _ _ And she [Bb] reaches out and takes my hand, [N] squeezes it and says, are you [Bb] feeling home?
_ _ [Bbm] _
_ _ _ _ _ And I look [Em] across her smiling lips that [G] warm my heart [Em] and see my [Dm] morning sun.
_ _ [D] _ _
_ And [Gm] if that's not loving me, _ [C] _ _ then all I got to say, _ _ [C] _ _ _ [F] oh God didn't make little green apples.
It don't rain in Indianapolis in [Gm] the summertime.
_ _ _ _ [C] And there's no such thing as Dr.
Seuss, Disneyland, Mother Goose is [F] no nursery rhyme.
_ God didn't make little green apples.
It don't rain in Indianapolis [Gm] in the summertime. _ _ _
_ [C] _ [Gm] And when myself is feeling low, I think about [C] her face of gold [F] to ease my mind. _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Abm] _ _ [B] _ _ [Db] _
_ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ [Abm] Sometimes I call up at home [Db] knowing [Gb] she's busy.
_ _ [Eb] _
And _ [Abm] I ask if she could get away and [Db] meet [Gb] me and grab a bite to eat. _ _
_ She [Dbm] drops what she's doing [Gb] and hurries down to meet me [B] when I'm always late.
_ [Bm] _
_ _ [Abm] And she sits waiting patiently, [Db]
smiles when she first sees me, because [Gb] she's made that way. _ _
If that's [Abm] not loving me, _ [Db] _
_ all [Abm] I gotta say, _ _ [Db] _
_ _ _ [Gb] God didn't make little green apples.
It don't snow in Minneapolis [Abm] when the winter comes. _ _ _
_ [Db] And [Abm] there's no such thing as make believe, [Abm] puppy dogs, [Db] autumn leaves, [Gb] and BB guns.
_ God didn't make little green apples.
It don't rain in Indianapolis [Abm] in the summertime.
_ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _