Glen Campbell / Bobbie Gentry: Little Green Apples (1968) - Lyrics video free download

The song "Little Green Apples" was written by Bobby Russell (1940 - 1992); the song won him the 1969 Grammy Award for Song of the Year and the Grammy Award for Best Country Song. Artists: Glen Campbell - vocals, acoustic guitar; Bobbie Gentry - vocals; Hal Blaine - drums; Dennis McCarthy - keyboards; Al Casey - acoustic guitar; and Joe Osborn - bass guitar.

LP track listing:

"Less of Me" - "Little Green Apples" - "Gentle on My Mind" -

"Heart to Heart Talk" - "My Elusive Dreams" - "(It's Only Your) Imagination" - "Mornin' Glory" - "Terrible Tangled Web" - "Sunday Mornin'" - "Let It Be Me" - "Scarborough Fair/Canticle"

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Lyrics

Well I wake up in the morning

With my hair down in my eyes

And she says "hi"

And I hurry to the breakfast table

While the kids are goin' off to school, goodbye.

And she reaches out and takes my hand

And squeezes it, and says how you feeling hon?

And I look across at smiling lips

That warm my heart, and I see my morning sun.

And if that's not lovin' me,

Then all I've got to say,

God didn't make the little green apples,

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time.

There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss

Disneyland and Mother Goose,

No nursery rhymes.

God didn't make the little green apples,

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time.

And when myself is feeling low,

I think about your face aglow and ease my mind.

Sometimes I call him up, knowing he's busy.

To ask if he could get away, meet me

Maybe grab a bite to eat.

And he drops what he's doing

Hurries down to meet me, and I'm always late.

But he sits waiting patiently,

And smiles when he first sees me,

Cause he's made that way.

And if that's not loving me,

Then all I got to say,

God didn't make the little green apples,

And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes.

There's no such thing as make-believe,

Puppy dogs or autumn leaves, no bb guns.

God didn't make the little green apples,

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time.

And when myself is feeling low,

I think about your face aglow and ease my mind...