Little Green Apples

Well 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 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 see my morning sun And if that's not lovin' me Then all I've gotta 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 Dr. Seuss Disneyland, Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme God didn't make the little green apples And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes When my self is feelin' low I think about your face aglow and ease my mind Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy Ask if she could get away and meet me Maybe grab a bite to eat And she drops what she's doin' And hurries down to meet me and I'm always late She sits waitin' patiently, and smiles when she first sees me Cause she's made that way And if that's not lovin' me Then all I've gotta 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, no 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 feelin' low I think about your face aglow and ease my mind And when my self is feelin' low I think about your face aglow and ease my mind