Little Green Apples

Lyrics

And I wake up in the morning 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 and squeezes it And says, "How you feeling, hon?" And I look across at smiling lips That warms my heart and see my morning sun And if that's not loving me, then all I've got to say God didn't make the little green apples It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time And there's no such thing as Dr. Seuss, or Disney Land And Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme God didn't make the little green apples It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time And when myself is feeling low, I think about her face aglow And ease my mind Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy And ask her if she can get away and meet me And maybe we can grab a bite to eat And she drops what she's doing and she 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 ain't not loving me, then all I've got to say God didn't make the little green apples And it don't snow in Indianapolis when the winter comes And there's no such thing as make believe Puppy dogs, or autumn leaves, no BB guns God didn't make the little green apples It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time