Little Green Apples

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 and takes my hand

And 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'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 Suess

And 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 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'd 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 think as make believe

Puppy dogs autumn leaves and BB guns

God didn't make little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime