Little Green Apples

Lyrics

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 going off to school, goodbye And she reaches out, takes my hand Squeezes it, and says, how you feelin' hon? And I look across at smiling lips That warm my heart and see the morning sun And if that's not lovin' me Then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss Disneyland, and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme God didn't make those little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And when myself is feelin' low I think about, her a face a glow, 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 grab a bite to eat She drops what she's doin', hurries down to meet me And I'm always late But she sits, waiting 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 little green apples And it don't snow in Indianapolis when the winter comes There's no such thing as make-believe Puppy dogs, and autumn leaves, and B.B. guns God didn't make little green apples, in the summertime And there's no such thing as Dr. Seuss Disneyland, and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme God didn't make little green apples It don't snow, in Indianapolis in the winter times Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy There's no such thing as make-believe Puppy dogs, and autumn leaves, and B.B. guns...