Little Green Apples

Well I wake up in the mornin'
With my hair down in my eyes and she says: Hi
And I hurried to the breakfast table
While the kids are goin' 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 lovin' me
Then all I've got to say

God didn't make a little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as doctor Seuss
Disneyland or mother goose is no nursery rhyme

God didn't make a little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when myself is feelin' low
I think about her face aglow to ease my mind

Sometimes I call her up at home
Knowing she's busy
And ask if she could get away and meet me
And maybe grab a bite to eat

Then she drops what she's doin' and hurries down to meet me
And I'm always late
But she sits waitin' patiently
And smiles when she sees me 'cause she's made that way

And if that's not lovin' me
Then all I've got to say

God didn't make a little green apples
It don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
There's no such think as make believe
Puppy dogs and autumn leaves, no BB guns

God didn't make a little green apples
And it ain't gonna rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when myself is feelin' low
I think about her face aglow to ease my mind

Oh, God didn't make a little green apples
It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when myself is feelin' low
I think about her face aglow to ease my mind