Little Green Apples

And I wake up in the morning With my hair down in my eyes and he says "Hi" And I stumble to the breakfast table While the kids are going off to school, "Goodbye" And he reaches out and takes my hand Squeezes it, says "How you feeling, hon?" And I look across at smiling lips That warm my heart and see my morning sun And if that's not loving me Then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And when my self is feeling low I think about his face aglow and ease my mind Sometimes I call him up at home knowing he's busy And ask if he could get away and meet me And maybe we could grab a bite to eat Don't you know that he drops what he's doing And hurries down to meet me and I'm always late And he sits waiting patiently And smiles when he first sees me, 'cause he's made that way And if that's not loving me Then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes There's no such thing as make-believe Puppy dogs, autumn leaves, no BB guns God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis...