Little Green Apples

I wake up in the morning

With my hair down in my eyes

And she say, "Hi"

And I stumble over to the breakfast table

While the kids are goin' off to school

Goodbye

And she reaches out

Takes my hand, squeezes it

And says

"How you feelin', hon'?"

And I look across at smiling lips

That warm my heart and I see my morning sun

And if that's not lovin' me

Then all I've got to say

Oh, God didn't make little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

There's no such thing as Doctor Suess

Disneyland and Mother Goose, there's no nursery rhyme

Oh, 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 her face aglow and it eases my mind

And sometimes I call her up at home

Knowin' all the time that she's busy

And I ask her if she could get away

And maybe meet me somewhere

And we could get a bite to eat

And you know, she always drops what she's doin'

And hurries down to meet me

And I'm always late

But she sits, waiting patiently

And she smiles when she first sees me

'Cause she's made that way

And if that's not lovin' me

Then all I've got to say

Oh, God didn't make little green apples

And 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

Oh, God didn't make little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime