Karaoké Little Green Apples Tom Jones

Will I wake up in the mornin' with my hair down in my eyes and she says hi

And I stumble to the breakfast table while the kids are goin' off to school goodbye

Then she reaches out takes my hand and squeezes it 'n' says

How you feelin', Hon

That's what she says

Then I look across at smilin' lips

That warm my heart and see my mornin' sun

And if that's not lovin' me

Lovin' me then all I've got to say

Got to say

Oh, God didn't make the little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss

Disneyland, or Mother Goose no nursery rhymes

God didn't make the little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

And when my self is feelin' low

I think about her face aglow to ease my mind

If that's not lovin' you

If that's not lovin' you ah

Ooh sometimes

I call her up at home knowin' she's busy oh

I ask her

I ask her if she can get away and meet me and grab a bite to eat

Then she drops what she's doin' hurries down to meet me

Huh and I'm always late

But she sits waitin' patiently smiles when she first sees me 'cos she's made that way

And if that's not lovin' me

Lovin' me then all I've got to say

Got to say

Oh, God didn't make little green apples and it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes

And there's no such thing as a make-believe no puppy dogs no autumn leaves, no BB guns

God didn't make the little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

And when my self is feelin' low

I think about her face aglow to ease my mind