Little Green Apples

And I wake up in the morning
With my hair down in my eyes
And she says: "Hi"
And I stumble to the breakfast table
While the kids are going off to school
"Goodbye"
And she reaches out and takes my hand
Squeezes it says: "How you feeling hon?"
And I look across the 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

There's no such thing as Doctor Zeus
Disneyland and Mother Goose
Is no nursery rhyme

And when myself is feeling low
I think about her face aglow
To ease my mind
Sometimes I call her up at home
Knowing she's busy
And ask if she could get away and meet me
And maybe we could grab a bit to eat
And she drops what she's doing
And hurries down to meet me
I'm always late

But she sits waiting patiently
And smiles when she first sees me
Cause she's made that way
And if that ain't loving me
Then all I've got to say

God don't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Indianapolis
When the winter comes
There's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and bob-guns.