Little Green Apples

Well I wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes and she says!Hi!.
Then I stumble to the breakfast table while the kids are going off to school, goodbye.
Then she reaches out and takes my hand squeezes it and says how you feeling hon?.
And I look across at smiling lips that warm my heart and see my morning sun.
And if that's not loving 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 summer time.
There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss or Disney Land, Mother Goose, there's no nursery rhymes.
God didn't make the little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time.
And when myself is feeling low, I think about her face and go and ease my mind.
Sometimes I call her up, at home, oh I know she's busy.
And ask she can get away and meet for of by to eat.
And I know she drops what she's doing and hurries down to meet me, and always late.
But she sits waiting patiently, smiles when she sees me, she's made that way.
And if that ain't loving me, then all I've got to say.
God didn't make the little green apples and it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes.
And 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 summer time.
There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss, Disney Land, Mother Goose, there's no nursery rhymes.
God didn't make the little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time.
Ooh, there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss.