Little Green Apples

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

And she says hi, and I hurry to the breakfast table

While the kids are going 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 smiling lips that warms my heart

And see my morning 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. Seuss

Or Disneyland and Mother Goose, no nursery rhymes

God didn't make the little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

And when my self is feeling low

I think about your face aglow and ease my mind

Sometimes I call him up, knowing he's busy

And ask if he can get away, meet me and maybe grab a bite to eat

And he drops what he's doing and hurries down to meet me, and I'm always late

But he sits waiting 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 comes

There's no such thing as make believe

Puppy dogs or autumn leaves, no BB guns

God didn't make the little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

And when my self is feeling low

I think about your face aglow and ease my mind