Little Green Apples

Whoa, I wake up in the mornings With my hair down in my eyes, and she says, "Hi" And I stumble to the breakfast table While the kids are goin' off to school, goodbye And she reaches out and takes my hand And squeezes it and says "How you feelin', hon'?" And I look across at smilin' lips That warm my heart and I see my morning sun And if that's not lovin' me (lovin' me) Then all I've gotta say (gotta say) Is God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss No Disneyland, Mother Goose, there's no nursery rhyme No, God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And when my self is feelin' low I think about her face aglow and ease my mind Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy (she's busy) I ask her if she could get away and meet me And grab a bite to eat (a bite to eat) Whoa, and she drops what she's doin' And hurries down to meet me, and I'm always late She sits waitin' patiently, smiles when she first sees me She's made that way (made that way) And if that's not lovin' me (lovin' me) Then all I've gotta say (gotta say) Is God didn't make little green apples And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes There's no such thing as make-believe No puppy dogs and no autumn leaves and no BB guns (no, no) No, God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And when my self is feelin' low I think about her face aglow and ease my mind God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime