Little Green Apples

And I wake up in the morning
With my hair down in my eyes and he says "Hi"
And I stumble to the breakfast table
While the kids are going off to school, "Goodbye"
And he reaches out and takes my hand
Squeezes it, 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 little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my self is feeling low
I think about his face aglow and ease my mind

Sometimes I call him up at home knowing he's busy
And ask if he could get away and meet me
And maybe we could grab a bite to eat
Don't you know that he drops what he's doing
And hurries down to meet me and I'm always late
And he sits waiting patiently
And smiles when he first sees me, 'cause he's made that way

And if that's not loving me
Then all I've got to say

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
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves, no BB guns

God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis...