Little Green Apples

Well I wake up in the morning
With my hair down in my eyes and she says hi
And I hurry to the breakfast table
While the kids are going off to school, goodbye

And she reaches out and takes my hand
and squeezes It and says, how you feeling hon?
And I look across at smiling lips
That warms my heart, and I 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 Dr. Seuss
or Disney Land and Mother Goose, 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 your face Aglow and ease my mind
Sometimes I call him up, knowing he’s busy
And ask if he can get away,
Meet me and maybe grab a bite to eat

And he drops what he's doing
And hurries down to meet me, and I'm always late
But 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 the little green apples, and it don't Snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
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
And when myself is feeling low, I think about your face Aglow and ease my mind