Little Green Apples

And he wakes up in the mornin'
 With his hair down in his eyes and he says hi
 And he stumbles to the breakfast table
 While the kids are goin' off to school goodbye
 And he reaches out and takes my hand
 And squeezes it an' says How do you 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
 It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
 There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
 Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, it's no nursery rhyme
 God didn't make little green apples
 And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
 And when myself is feelin' low
 I think about his face aglow to ease my mind
 Sometimes he calls me up at home knowin' I'm busy
 And ask if I could get away and meet him
 To grab a bite to eat
 And I drop what I'm doin' and hurry down to meet him
 And I'm always late
 But he sits waitin' patiently and smiles when he first sees me
 'Cause he's made that way
 And if that's not lovin' me
 Then all I've got to say
 God didn't make little green apples
 It don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
 There's no such thing as make-believe
 Puppy dogs, and autumn leaves and BB guns
 God didn't make little green apples
 It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
 There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
 Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, it's no nursery rhyme