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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robbie Williams
Robbie Williams
Vocals
Kelly Clarkson
Kelly Clarkson
Vocals
Steve Sidwell
Steve Sidwell
Conductor
Richard Flack
Richard Flack
Programming
Andrew Synowiec
Andrew Synowiec
Acoustic Guitar
Bernie Dresel
Bernie Dresel
Drums
Brian R. Kilgore
Brian R. Kilgore
Percussion
Carl Berheyen
Carl Berheyen
Acoustic Guitar
Jay Mason
Jay Mason
Oboe
Jim Cox
Jim Cox
Hammond Organ
London Session Orchestra
London Session Orchestra
Strings
Paul Morin
Paul Morin
Electric Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Russell
Bobby Russell
Composer
Steve Sidwell
Steve Sidwell
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Guy Chambers
Guy Chambers
Producer
Richard Flack
Richard Flack
Mixing Engineer
Tony Cousins
Tony Cousins
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well, I wake up in the morning
With my hair down in my eyes
And she says hi
And I hurry to the breakfast table
While the kids are going off to school, goodbye
[Verse 2]
And she reaches out and takes my hand
And squeezes it and says
How you feelin' hon?
And I look across at smiling lips that warms my heart
And I see my morning sun
And if that's not lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
[Verse 3]
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland and Mother Goose
No nursery rhymes
[Verse 4]
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when myself is feelin' low
I think about your face aglow and ease my mind
[Verse 5]
Sometimes I call him up
Knowin' he's busy
And ask if he can get away and meet me
Maybe grab a bite to eat
[Verse 6]
And he drops what he's doin'
And hurries down to meet me
And I'm always late
But he sits waiting patiently
And smiles when he first sees me
'Cause he's made that way
And if that's not lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
[Verse 7]
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't snow in Indianapolis when the winter comes
There's no such thing as make believe
Puppy dogs or Autumn eves
No B.B. guns
[Verse 8]
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
When myself is feelin' low
I think about your face aglow and ease my mind
Written by: Bobby Russell
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