Little Green Apples

And I wake up in the mornin' with my
Hair down in my eyes and she says ""Hi""
And I stumble to the breakfast table while the
Kids are goin' off to school ""Goodbye""
She reaches out 'n' takes my hand and
Squeezes it 'n' says ""How ya feelin', hon?""
And I look across at smilin' lips that
Warm my heart and see my mornin' sun

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

God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't snow in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
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 her face aglow and ease my mind

Sometimes I call her up at home
Knowin' she's busy
And ask her if she could come along and
Meet me and maybe we could grab a bite to eat
She drops what she's doin' and she
Hurries down to meet me and I'm always late but
She sits waitin' patiently and
Smiles when she first 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 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, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime