Little Green Apples

Oh, I wake up in the mornin'

With my hair down in my eyes

And she says "Hi"

And I stumble to the breakfast table

See the kids are goin' off to school, goodbye

She reaches out takes my hand

Squeezin' it, saying "How ya feelin', hon?"

And I look across at smilin' lips

That warm my heart

And I see my mornin' sun

And if that's not lovin' me

All I've got to say

Oh, God didn't make little green apples

It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

Oh, there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss

Or Disneyland, Mother Goose, no nursery rhymes

God didn't make the little green apples

It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

Oh, when my self is feelin' low

I think about her face aglow, and ease my mind

Oh, sometimes I call her up at home knowin' that she's busy

And I ask if she could get away and meet me somewhere, and grab a bite to eat

And she stops what she's doin'

Hurries down to meet me

And I'm always late

Oh, but she sits waitin' patiently

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

It don't snow in Minneapolis in the wintertime

Oh, there's no such thing as make-believe

Puppy dogs, autumn leaves, no BB guns

Oh no, God didn't make little green apples

It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

Oh, Disneyland

Doctor Seuss

Nursery rhymes

And Mother Goose

She loves me