Little Green Apples

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