Little Green Apples

Little Green Apples - Orquesta Baladisima

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 kids are going off to school goodbye

And she reaches out and takes my hand

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 ain't loving me

Then all I've got to say

God didn't make little green apples

It don't rain in indianapolis

In the summertime

There's no such thing

As Dr Zeuss disneyland

And mother goose is no nursery rhyme

God didn't make little green apples

It don't rain in indianapolis

In the summertime

When myself is feeling low

I think about her face aglow

And ease my mind

Sometimes I call her up at home

Even though she's busy

And I ask her

If she could get away and meet me

And maybe we could grab a bite to eat

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

Because she's made that way

And if that ain't loving me

Then all I've got to say

God didn't make little green apples

It don't snow in mineapolis

When the winter comes

There's no such thing

As make believe puppy dogs

And autumn leaves or no bb guns

God didn't make little green apples