Lyrics:
by the way they had behaved
Doin' the things that we want to ...
It reminds me of the movies Marty made about New York
Doin' the things that we
The little things you do that please me so
The way you always understand
When simple joys bring peace of mind
These are the ties that bind
You're all I
I never liked this apple much
It always seemed too big to touch
I can't remember how I found
My way before she came around
I tell everyone I
Smoke and mirrors
It's a house of cards
Everybody has windows
And big cigars
The law of the jungle
Is very new to some
The animals are
made that way
And if that ain't lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when
I took a ride in a limousine,
I took a road I'd never been.
I met a stranger by the way,
His coat was torn but his eyes were clear.
Standing in
Here comes the ocean
And the waves down by the shore
Here comes the ocean
And the waves down by the sea
Insects are evil thoughts, thought
the way,
And each lass that comes a-sighin" Too ra lay
How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?
'bout things but not actually doing the things
'Cause all you people are vampires
And all your stories are stale
And though you pretend to stand by
on it?s way?
I close my eyes, remembering the warmth of yesterday
It seems a shame to see September swallowed by the wind
And more than that, it?s, oh, so
made that way
And if that ain't lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when
some things I didn't do
But these are my words and mine alone these words are true
I've written words in many ways to make them rhyme
And at times
The other day seen this girl
Walk by the other way
I would have spoke but when I looked
At her she looked the other way
Had it been another day I
thirty-five years overdue. And you know the funny thing, all these I.O.U's are owed to one person
and I kinda felt like that maybe now would be a pretty good
apple El Camino
Never said goodbye, two fadin' taillights
Disappearin' down that interstate
If this lonely cowboy could have his way
You'd put that
were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I
Would like to say to you, but I don't know how
I said
made that way
And if that ain't lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when
Better days are coming by and by
It can't be this way always
A train must come, a train must come
There must be some brighter days
We'll have fun,
Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Dr. Suess
Disneyland and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
God didn't make little green apples
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
I laid
I used to be the apple of your eye
I had you with me every day
But now whenever you are passing by
You're always looking the other way
It's
made that way
And if that ain't lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when
There's the stillness of death on a deathly unliving sea
And the motorcar magical world has long since ceased to be,
When the eve bitten apple
I used to be the apple of your eye
I had you with me every day,
But now whenever you are passing by
You're always looking the other way
It's
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