Piano Solo - Level 3 - Digital Download
SKU: A0.1415388
By O.C. Smith. By Bobby Russell. Arranged by Timothy Stapay. Country,Film/TV,Pop,Singer/Songwriter,Standards. Score. 5 pages. Timothy Stapay #997124. Published by Timothy Stapay (A0.1415388).
Here is a timeless country classic arranged for piano solo. A song the whole family will love to sing.
Little Green Apples is a classic country song that was recorded by Glen Campbell in 1968. It was written by Bobby Russell and became a major hit, reaching the top 40 charts in both the United States and the United Kingdom. The song’s popularity has endured over the years, and it remains a beloved classic in the country music genre.
Bobby Gentry sang this song in a wonderful duet with Glenn on his T.V. show.
[Verse 1]
Well, I wake up in the mornin' 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 feelin', Hon?
And I look across at smilin' lips that warms my heart
And I see my mornin' sun
[Pre-Chorus]
And if that's not lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
[Chorus]
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Dr. Suess
Disneyland and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
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 your face aglow and ease my mind
[Verse 2]
Sometimes I call him up knowin' he's busy
And ask if he could get away and meet me
Maybe grab a bite to eat
And he drops what he's doin' and hurries down to meet me
And I'm always late
He sits waitin' patiently and smiles when he first sees me
'Cause he's made that way
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[Pre-Chorus]
And if that's not lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
[Chorus]
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't snow in Indianapolis when the winter come
There's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs and autumn leaves, no BB gun
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 your face aglow and ease my mind
