And he wakes up in the mornin'
With his hair down in his eyes and he says hi
And he stumbles to the breakfast table
While the kids are goin' off to school goodbye
And he reaches out and takes my hand
And squeezes it an' says How do you feelin', hon'?
And I look across at smilin' lips that warm my heart
And see my mornin' 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 summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, it's no nursery rhyme
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when myself is feelin' low
I think about his face aglow to ease my mind
Sometimes he calls me up at home knowin' I'm busy
And ask if I could get away and meet him
To grab a bite to eat
And I drop what I'm doin' and hurry down to meet him
And I'm always late
But he sits waitin' patiently and smiles when he first sees me
'Cause he'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 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 little green apples
It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, it's no nursery rhyme
