Little Green Apples (Remastered)

Little Green Apples (Remaster) - Joe Simon

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 she is goin off to school goodbye

And she reaches out and takes my hand

Squeezes it and says how you feelin 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 little green apples

And 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

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

Now wish

Got wall she's busy

And i ask she get come by

And meet me wlak grab a bite to eat

She drops what she's doin

She hurries down to meet me

But i'm always late

But she sits waiting patiently and smiles

When she first sees me

Because she's made that way

God didn't make little green apples

And it don't rain in indianapolis

In the summertime