Little Green Apples

And I wake up in the mornin'
 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 'n' takes my hand
 And squeezes it 'n' says "How ya feelin', hon?"
 And I look across at smilin' lips
 That warm my heart and see my mornin' 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 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 feelin' low
 I think about her face aglow and ease my mind
 Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy
 And ask her if she could get away and meet me
 And maybe we could grab a bite to eat
 And she drops what she's doin' and she hurries down to meet me
 And I'm always late
 But she sits waitin' patiently and smiles when she first sees me
 'cause she's made that way
 And if that ain't lovin' 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
 And there's no such thing as make-believe
 Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns
 God didn't make little green apples
 And it don't rain in Indianapolis