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 Squeezes it and 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 the little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss, Disneyland Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme God didn't make the 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 to ease my mind Sometimes I call her up at home, knowing she's busy And ask 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 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 not loving me Then all I've got to say God didn't make the little green apples And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes There's no such thing as make-believe Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns God didn't make the 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 to ease my mind God didn't make the little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime