Little Green Apples By Paul Williams Of The Temptations Chords
Tempo:
83.25 bpm
Chords used:
G
Bbm
D
Eb
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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[C] [D]
[C]
[G] [C]
[Em] [G]
[G] [A] [Am] [Cm]
[C]
[G] And [Am] if that's not loving me, [D]
[E] then all I gotta say,
[D]
[G] God didn't make the little green apple, it don't rain in Minneapolis in the [Am] summertime.
[D] [Am] And when myself is feeling low, I look across the face of the globe to ease my mind.
And if that's not loving me, [D] then all I gotta say,
God [G]
didn't make the little green apple, it don't rain in [Am] Minneapolis in the summertime.
And when myself is feeling [D] low, I look across the face of the [G] globe to ease my mind.
[D] [Am]
[G]
[Bbm] [Eb]
[Ab] [F]
[Bbm] Oh, sometimes I call her up at [Eb] home, knowing [Ab] she's busy.
[F]
[Bbm] And ask if she could get [Eb] away, meet me and grab a [Ab] bite to eat.
[Fm]
[Ebm] And she drops what she's doing [Ab] and hurries down to meet [Db] me, and I'm always [Dbm] late.
[Bbm] But she sits waiting patiently, [Eb] smiles when she first sees me, [Ab] she's made that way.
And if that's not [Bbm] loving me, then all I gotta say,
[Bb]
[Ab] God didn't make the little green apple, it don't snow in Minneapolis [Bbm] when the winter comes.
[Eb] And [Db] there's no such thing as make believe, but the dogs [Eb] ought to believe [Ab] when we begun.
God didn't make the little green apple, it don't rain in [Bbm] Minneapolis in the summertime.
[C]
[G] [C]
[Em] [G]
[G] [A] [Am] [Cm]
[C]
[G] And [Am] if that's not loving me, [D]
[E] then all I gotta say,
[D]
[G] God didn't make the little green apple, it don't rain in Minneapolis in the [Am] summertime.
[D] [Am] And when myself is feeling low, I look across the face of the globe to ease my mind.
And if that's not loving me, [D] then all I gotta say,
God [G]
didn't make the little green apple, it don't rain in [Am] Minneapolis in the summertime.
And when myself is feeling [D] low, I look across the face of the [G] globe to ease my mind.
[D] [Am]
[G]
[Bbm] [Eb]
[Ab] [F]
[Bbm] Oh, sometimes I call her up at [Eb] home, knowing [Ab] she's busy.
[F]
[Bbm] And ask if she could get [Eb] away, meet me and grab a [Ab] bite to eat.
[Fm]
[Ebm] And she drops what she's doing [Ab] and hurries down to meet [Db] me, and I'm always [Dbm] late.
[Bbm] But she sits waiting patiently, [Eb] smiles when she first sees me, [Ab] she's made that way.
And if that's not [Bbm] loving me, then all I gotta say,
[Bb]
[Ab] God didn't make the little green apple, it don't snow in Minneapolis [Bbm] when the winter comes.
[Eb] And [Db] there's no such thing as make believe, but the dogs [Eb] ought to believe [Ab] when we begun.
God didn't make the little green apple, it don't rain in [Bbm] Minneapolis in the summertime.
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _
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[G] _ [A] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ And [Am] if that's not loving me, _ [D] _ _
[E] then all I gotta _ say,
[D] _ _
_ _ [G] God didn't make the little green apple, it don't rain in Minneapolis in the [Am] summertime. _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ [Am] And when myself is feeling low, I look across the face of the globe to ease my mind.
And if that's not _ loving me, [D] _ then all I gotta say,
God [G] _ _ _ _
didn't make the little green apple, it don't rain in [Am] Minneapolis in the summertime.
_ _ _ _ And when myself is feeling [D] low, I look across the face of the [G] globe to ease my mind. _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bbm] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
[Bbm] Oh, sometimes I call her up at [Eb] home, knowing [Ab] she's busy.
_ [F] _ _ _
[Bbm] And ask if she could get [Eb] away, meet me and grab a [Ab] bite to eat.
_ [Fm] _ _ _
[Ebm] And she drops what she's doing [Ab] and hurries down to meet [Db] me, and I'm always [Dbm] late. _ _
[Bbm] But she sits waiting patiently, [Eb] smiles when she first sees me, [Ab] she's made that way.
_ _ And if that's not [Bbm] loving me, _ _ _ then all I gotta say,
_ [Bb] _ _
[Ab] God didn't make the little green apple, it don't snow in Minneapolis [Bbm] when the winter comes.
_ _ _ [Eb] And [Db] there's no such thing as make believe, but the dogs [Eb] ought to believe [Ab] when we begun.
_ God didn't make the little green apple, it don't rain in [Bbm] Minneapolis in the summertime. _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _
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[G] _ [A] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ And [Am] if that's not loving me, _ [D] _ _
[E] then all I gotta _ say,
[D] _ _
_ _ [G] God didn't make the little green apple, it don't rain in Minneapolis in the [Am] summertime. _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ [Am] And when myself is feeling low, I look across the face of the globe to ease my mind.
And if that's not _ loving me, [D] _ then all I gotta say,
God [G] _ _ _ _
didn't make the little green apple, it don't rain in [Am] Minneapolis in the summertime.
_ _ _ _ And when myself is feeling [D] low, I look across the face of the [G] globe to ease my mind. _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bbm] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
[Bbm] Oh, sometimes I call her up at [Eb] home, knowing [Ab] she's busy.
_ [F] _ _ _
[Bbm] And ask if she could get [Eb] away, meet me and grab a [Ab] bite to eat.
_ [Fm] _ _ _
[Ebm] And she drops what she's doing [Ab] and hurries down to meet [Db] me, and I'm always [Dbm] late. _ _
[Bbm] But she sits waiting patiently, [Eb] smiles when she first sees me, [Ab] she's made that way.
_ _ And if that's not [Bbm] loving me, _ _ _ then all I gotta say,
_ [Bb] _ _
[Ab] God didn't make the little green apple, it don't snow in Minneapolis [Bbm] when the winter comes.
_ _ _ [Eb] And [Db] there's no such thing as make believe, but the dogs [Eb] ought to believe [Ab] when we begun.
_ God didn't make the little green apple, it don't rain in [Bbm] Minneapolis in the summertime. _ _ _