Little Green Apples

Whoa, I wake up in the mornings

With my hair down in my eyes, and she says, "Hi"

And I stumble 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 warm my heart and I see my morning sun

And if that's not lovin' me (lovin' me)

Then all I've gotta say (gotta say)

Is God didn't make little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss

No Disneyland, Mother Goose, there's no nursery rhyme

No, God didn't make little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

And when my self is feelin' low

I think about her face aglow and ease my mind

Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy (she's busy)

I ask her if she could get away and meet me

And grab a bite to eat (a bite to eat)

Whoa, and she drops what she's doin'

And hurries down to meet me, and I'm always late

She sits waitin' patiently, smiles when she first sees me

She's made that way (made that way)

And if that's not lovin' me (lovin' me)

Then all I've gotta say (gotta say)

Is 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

No puppy dogs and no autumn leaves and no BB guns (no, no)

No, God didn't make little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

And when my self is feelin' low

I think about her face aglow and ease my mind

God didn't make little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime