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