Little Green Apples

Woah-oy, woah-oy, woah-oy, woah-oy

Well, I wake up in the morning

With my hair down in my eyes and she says "Hi"

And then I stumble to the breakfast table

While the kids were going off to school, goodbye

She reaches out and takes my hands

Squeezes it and says "How you're feeling now?"

And then I look across her smiling lips

That warms my heart and see my morning sun

And if that's not loving me (Loving me)

Then all I've got to say (Got to say)

Oh, Jah didn't make the little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

There's no such thing as Mother Suze

Disneyland and Mother Goose and no nursery rhyme

Jah didn't make the little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime (No)

A when myself is feeling low

I think about the face of love that ease my mind

And sometimes I call her up at home

Knowing she's busy (Busy), busy (Busy), yeah

Ask her to get away, bring me some pack of Iturie

She drops what she's doing

And hurries down to be here and I'm on his way

Well, she sits waiting patiently

Smiles when she first sees me 'cause she was made that way

And if that's not loving me (Loving me)

Then all I've got to say (Got to say)

Jah didn't make the little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the wintertime (Oh, no)

There's no such thing as Mother Suze

Disneyland and Mother Goose and no nursery rhyme

Jah didn't make the little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the wintertime (Oh, no)

A when myself is feeling low

I think about the face of love that ease my mind