Little Green Apples Tabulatur von Roger Miller

1st strum on "wake"

      Dm
And I wake up in the mornin'

with my hair down in my eyes and she

      C
Says "Hi" 

       Dm
And I stumble to the breakfast table

while the kids are goin' off to school

C 
goodbye 

         C7 
And she reaches out and takes my hand

and squeezes it and says "How ya 

Dm 
feelin', hon?" 

G7 
And I look across at smilin' lips 

                               C
that warm my heart and see my mornin' sun 

              Dm           G  Dm  G 
And if that's not lovin' me 

              Dm           G  Dm  G 
then all I've got to say 

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

     Dm       G  Dm  G 
the summertime 

            Dm               G 
And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss 

   Dm              G 
or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no 

C 
nursery rhymes 


C 
God didn't make little green apples and

C
it don't rain in Indianapolis in 

     Dm       G  Dm  G 
the summertime 


Dm G 
And when my self is feelin' low 

Dm G C 
I think         Dm
And I wake up in the mornin'

with my hair down in my eyes and she

 C
Says "Hi" 

       Dm
And I stumble to the breakfast table

while the kids are goin' off to school

C 
goodbye 

         C7 
And she reaches out and takes my hand

and squeezes it and says "How ya 

Dm 
feelin', hon?" 

G7 
And I look across at smilin' lips 

                               C
that warm my heart and see my mornin' sun 

              Dm           G  Dm  G 
And if that's not lovin' me 

              Dm           G  Dm  G 
then all I've got to say 

C 
God didn't make little green apples and

C
it don't rain in Indianapolis in 

     Dm       G  Dm  G 
the summertime 

            Dm               G 
And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss 

   Dm              G 
or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no 

C 
nursery rhymes 


C 
God didn't make little green apples and

C
it don't rain in Indianapolis in 

     Dm       G  Dm  G 
the summertime 


     Dm              G 
And when my self is feelin' low 

    Dm              G             C 
I think about her face aglow and ease my mind 

Dm 
Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' 

       C
she's busy 

    Dm 
and ask her if she could get away and

meet me 

                          C 
and maybe we could grab a bite to eat

        C7 
And she drops what she's doin' and she

hurries down to meet me 

        Dm 
and I'm always late 

         G7 
But she sits waitin' patiently and

smiles when she first sees me 

             C 
'cause she's made that way 

              Dm           G  Dm  G 
And if that's not lovin' me 

              Dm           G  Dm  G 
then all I've got to say 


C 
God didn't make little green apples and

C
it don't snow in Minneapolis when 

     Dm       G  Dm  G 
the winter comes

            Dm               G 
And there's no such thing as make believe, 

Dm          G                 C 
puppy dogs, autumn leaves and BB guns 

C 
God didn't make little green apples 

And it don't rain in Indianapolis....