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Well, I wake up in the mornin' With my head down in my eyes and she says, "Hi" And I stumble to the breakfast table While the kids are goin' off to school, "Goodbye" Then she reaches out takes my hand and squeezes it Says, "How you feelin', hon'?" that's what she says Then I look across at smilin' lips That warm my heart and see my mornin' sun And if that's not lovin' me (Lovin' me) Then all I've got to say (Got to say) God didn't make the little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And there's no such thing as Doctor Suess Disneyland, no mother goose, no nursery rhymes God didn't make the little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And when myself is feelin' low I think about her face aglow to ease my mind If that's not lovin' you If that's not lovin' you Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy I asked her, I asked her if she could get away And meet me and grab a bite to eat Then she drops what she's doin' Hurries down to meet me and I'm always late But she sits waitin' patiently, smiles when she first sees me 'Cause she's made that way And if that's not lovin' me (Lovin' me) Then all I've got to say (Got to say) God didn't make the little green apples And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes And there's no such thing as make believe No puppy dogs, no autumn leaves, no BB guns God didn't make the little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And when myself is feelin' low I think about her face aglow to ease my mind
Writer(s): Robert L. Russell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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