Little Green Apples

Yesterday was my oldest brother, Rugby Man’s 44th birthday, so the family got together to celebrate, cause he is going through a rough time at the moment, but that is a post for another day.

Now, one thing my brother and I have in common is music. There isn’t a visit that doesn’t go by when I don’t play him a song that I heard or vice versa. Now, Rugby Man recently became a member of the BB club, even if they were offline for three days, and like me all his favourites are on his BB.

So, while he is braaing the meat we had, he tells me he used to love this one song, never knew who sang it or what the song’s name was but he wishes he could find it.

Being the curious person I am, I asked him to remember one line of the song for me. He mentioned something about waking up in the morning. So, seeing that Google and I are tight like tigers, I googled the song and lo and behold, I FOUND IT!

Rugby Man was so happy and said that was the best birthday present… I of course went one better and actually downloaded the song for him. It turns out that it is an old song… written in 1968… okay not that old cause he was born in ’67… *giggle*

The words of the song are beautiful and I thought I’d share. My access of YouTube has been restricted here at work, but I’m sure there should be a clip of the song somewhere online, but in the meantime here are the lyrics:

Little Green Apples
Roger Miller

And I wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes and she says hi,
and I stumble to the breakfast table while the kids are going 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 see my morning sun.

And if that’s not loving 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.
And there’s no such thing as Dr. Seuss or Disney land 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 her face and go and ease my mind.

Sometimes I call her up, at home, knowing she’s busy.
And ask her if she can get away, meet me and maybe we can grab a bite to eat.
And she drops what she’s doing and she hurries down to meet me, and I’m always late.
But she sits waiting patiently, and smiles when she first sees me, because she’s made that way.

And if that ain’t loving me, then all I’ve got to say,
God didn’t make the little green apples, and it don’t snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes.
And 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 snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes.

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And so that’s what I was doing on 16 October 2011 I was searching for a song to make my brother’s day a little brighter. It’s one of those good memories that I’ll keep forever.

Have a great Monday everyone.


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