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Little Green Apples (O.C. Smith) · Green Green Green Grass of Home (Ferlin Husky) · Connie Smith/Miss Smith Goes to Nashville (Connie Smith) · Connie Smith/Miss Smith Goes to Nashville (Connie Smith) · Favorites Series: Apples and Bananas (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Apples (Ian Dury) · Apples & Bananas (The Wiggles) · Apples & Oranges (Big Hello) · Stealin' Apples (Benny Goodman) · Apples & Bananas: Songs For Healthy Families (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


And the little green apples
Falling around you

Party to this party
You are blameless
Ask a question
You get an earful
You are wanted
You are wanted

When you're
And gone to blow the fire aflame
Something rustled on the floor
And someone called me by my name

It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in
And gone to blow the fire aflame
Something rustled on the floor
And someone called me by my name

It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in
all the way to Little Rock
Sayin' something I done was against the law
 
So I'm haulin', haulin'
Fort Smith to Louisville
Gonna see my baby
Gonna
become a glimmering girl
With apple blossoms in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And vanished in the brightening air

Though I am old with
Muscled, black with steel green eye
Swishing through the rye grass
With thoughts of mouse and apple pie
Tail balancing at half-mast

And the mouse
with us sometime
I know you love that sweet little gal of mine
You and her could talk about babies
Make some home made apple pie
While me and dad could
gotta come stay with us sometime
I know you'll love that sweet little gal of mine
You and her could take about babies
Make some homemade apple pie
You marched away and left this town
As empty as can be.
I can't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me.

For there is no secret lover
You marched away and left this town
As empty as can be.
I can't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me.

For there is no secret lover
You marched away and left this town
As empty as can be.
I can't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me.

For there is no secret lover
a go-between
This is Mr. and Mrs. Smith
To whom you are speaking
Slang King
Words from a cheap man
Part-paid type who got his style 
From a press treatise
You marched away and left this town
As empty as can be.
I can't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me.

For there is no secret lover
warning
Satin sky's gone candy-apple green
The crushed metal of your little fine machine

You'll be comin' down now baby
You'll be comin' down
What
are to be seen.
Don't you see the little lambs by the dams a-playing?
The cuckoo is singing in the shady grove.
The flowers they are springing,
with his pistol packin' mama
And God didn't make the little green apples
With the Halloween grin and the shaving tackle
Another worrying thing for
I am Mai Noda's strawberry iMac
Switch on my screen
A strawberry coloured Apple computer
Also in green
I sit in the gloom of this little room
Again so high
Then again so low
Till it fell into a flower garden
Where no one's allowed to go

When a tipsy Gypsy lady
Dressed in yellow and green
I got a shirt made by little girl's hands,
In a little warehouse on a little island.
I bet she's even got herself a little boyfriend,
But she'd
much care
I guess I was pretty well satisfied
Had my little lady right by my side
Takin' it easy, yeah still waitin'
Worm been gone off-a that hook
I was pretty well satisfied
Had my little lady right by my side
Takin' it easy, yeah still waitin'
Worm been gone off-a that hook for a couple
Anytime that I lace mine
Light up the stage
For the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you
Get more by the K-9
Homies on the yard never walk in
much care
I guess I was pretty well satisfied
Had my little lady right by my side
Takin' it easy, yeah still waitin'
Worm been gone off-a that hook
on the land and the sky
You sing for your friends and your family
I'll walk green pastures by and by
the neon green bus 

pass nowhere fast is where I'm going like a 

crack that's slowly leaking juice on the floor 

do a little less i take a little