Little Green Apples (feat. Bobbie Gentry)

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 schoola goodbye

And she reaches out 'ng takes my hand

And squeezes it ng says how ya feeling hon

And I look across at smiling lips

That warm 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 little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

And there's no such thing as doctor seuss

Or disneyland and mother goose no nursery rhyme

God didn't make little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

And when my self 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 could get away and meet me

And maybe we could 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 loving me

Then all I've got to say

God didn't make 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 'ng bb guns

God didn't make little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

Or disneyland and mother goose no nursery rhyme

And when my self is feeling low