Little Green Apples

Well, I wake up in the mornin' with my hair down in my eyes

And she says, "Hi"

And I hurry to the breakfast table while the kids are goin' off to school, "Goodbye"

And she reaches out and takes my hand

And squeezes it and says, "How you feelin', Hon?"

And I look across at smilin' lips that warms my heart

And I see my mornin' sun

And if that's not lovin' me

Then all I've got to say

God didn't make the little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

There's no such thing as Dr. Suess

Disneyland and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme

God didn't make the little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

And when my self is feelin' low

I think about your face aglow and ease my mind

Sometimes I call him up knowin' he's busy

And ask if he could get away and meet me

Maybe grab a bite to eat

And he drops what he's doin' and hurries down to meet me

And I'm always late

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 the little green apples

And it don't snow in Indianapolis when the winter come

There's no such thing as make-believe

Puppy dogs and autumn leaves, no BB gun

God didn't make the little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

And when my self is feelin' low

I think about your face aglow and ease my mind