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, says, "How you feelin' hon?" And I look across at smiling lips That warm my heart and see the morning sun And if that's not lovin' me, then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time There's no such thing as Dr. Zeuss Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme God didn't make those 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 aglow to ease my mind Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy And ask if she can get away and meet me And grab a bite to eat She drops what she's doin', hurries down to meet me And I'm always late But she sits, waiting patiently and smiles when she sees me 'Cause she's made that way And if that's not lovin' me, then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples It don't snow in Indianapolis when the winter comes There's no such thing as make-believe Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and B.B. guns God didn't make little green apples in the summer time There's no such thing as Dr. Zeuss Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme God didn't make little green apples It don't snow in Indianapolis in the winter time There's no such thing as make-believe Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and B.B. guns