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

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 those

Little green apples

It don't rain

In Indianapolis

In the summertime

There's no such thing

As Dr. Seuss

Disneyland

And Mother Goose

Is no nurs'ry rhyme

God didn't make those

Little green apples

It don't rain

In Indianapolis

In the summertime

And when myself

Is feelin' low

I think about her face

Aglow to ease my mind

Sometimes

I call her up at home

Knowing she's busy

(She's busy)

And ask if she

Could get away

And meet me

And grab a bite to eat

(A bite to eat)

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 she first sees me

'Cause she's

Made that way

And if

That's not lovin' me

Then all

I've got to say

God didn't make those

Little green apples

And it don't snow

In Minneanapolis

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 those

Little green apples

And it don't rain

In Indianapolis

In the summertime

There's no such thing

As Dr. Seuss

Disneyland

And Mother Goose

Is no nurs'ry rhyme