Johnny Mathis - Little Green Apples

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Band name Johnny Mathis
Song name Little Green Apples
Tab type Guitar tab
Added 05/22/2008
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enviado por  "Ari Caldeira"  

Little Green Apples
Johnny Mathis
Tom Fá menor (Fm)
Introdução: Fm7 Bb7

Fm                            Fm7+                   Fm7                         Bb7                 Eb7M  C7-9
And I wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes and she says hi
Fm                            Fm7+                   Fm7                         Bb7                     Eb7M
And I stumble to the breakfast table while the kids are going off to school, Goodbye.
                 Bbm7                           Eb7/9                                                             Ab7M  Abm6 
And she reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it and says how you feeling hon?
           Fm                    Fm7                        Fm7                      Bb7           Eb7M
And I look across at smiling lips that warm my heart, and see my morning sun.
                         Fm7     Bb7            Fm7           Bb7    
And if that's not loving me, then all I've got to say,
                     Eb                         Eb7M                                         Eb6                Fm  Fm7+ Fm7 Bb7
God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime.
            Fm                               Fm7+               Fm7                              Bb7                      Eb7M Eb6
And there's no such thing as Dr. Seuss or Disney Land and Mother Goose, no nursery rhymes.
                    Eb                         Eb7M                                         Eb6                Fm  Fm7+ Fm7 Bb7
God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time.
           Fm                        Fm7+               Fm7                       Bb7                     Eb7M Eb6
And when myself is feeling low, I think about her face and go and ease my mind.
F#m           F#m7+            F#m7        B7              E7M E6   G#m7 G#dim
Sometimes I call her up, at home, knowing she's busy.
F#m7                  F#m7+       F#m7                     B7                                      E7M E6  E7M9
And ask her if she can get away, meet me and maybe we can grab a bite to eat.
Bm7                 E7-9  Bm7                           E7-9                                                      A7M                   
And she drops what she's doing and she hurries down to meet me, and I'm always late.
F#m7                           F#m7+            F#m7                             B7                                     E E7M E6 E7M
But she sits waiting patiently, and smiles when she first sees me, because she's made that way.
                            F#m7  B7      F#m7               B7   C7                                            
And if that ain't loving me, then all I've got to say,
        Gm7                       Gm7+                Gm7                                   C7                          F7M    F6                      
God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes.
       Gm7                       Gm7+                Gm7                     C7                            F7M F6                      
And there's no such thing as make-believe, puppy dogs or autumn leaves, no bb guns.
      Gm7                       Gm7+                Gm7                                   C7                                F7M F6                      
God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes.