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 an' takes my hand,
Squeezes it, says "How you feelin' Hon?"
And I look across at smiling lips
That warm my heart, and see my morning sun.
And if that's not lovin' me -
Then all I've got to say:

God didn't make Little Green Apples,
And it don't rain in Indianapolis
Summer time,
There's no such thing as Doctor Suess,
Disneyland and Mother Goose
Is no nursery rhyme.

God didn't make 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 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 grab a bite to eat,
And she drops what she's doin'
And hurries down to meet me,
And I'm always late.
But she sits waiting patiently
And smiles when first she sees me,
'Cause she's made that way.
And if that's not lovin' me
Then all I 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 and autumn leaves and B.B. guns.

God didn't make Little Greeen Apples,
And it don't rain in Indianapolis
In the summer time,
And when myself if feeling low,
I think about her face aglow
To ease my mind.