Little Green Apples

Little Green Apples - B.J. Thomas

And I wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes

And she says hi

Then I stumble to the breakfast table while the kids

Are going off to school, oodbye.

Then 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 the little green apples

And 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, there's no nursery rhymes.

God didn't make the little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time

And when myself is feeling low, I think about her face and go

And ease my mind.

Sometimes I call her up, at home, oh, I know she's busy.

And ask her if she can get away, meet me for a 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

Because she's made that way.

And if that ain't loving me, then all I've got to say:

God didn't make the little green apples

And it don't snow in Minneapolis in winter time

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

And it don't snow in Indianapolis in the summer time

And there's no such thing as Dr. Seuss or Disney Land

And Mother Goose, there's no nursery rhymes.

God didn't make the little green apples

And it don't snow in Indianapolis in the summer time...