Little Green Apples (feat. Kelly Clarkson)

When 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

Squeezes it and says, how you feelin', hon?

And I look across at smiling lips that warms my heart

And I see my morning sun

And if that's not lovin' 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 summertime

There's no such thing as Dr. Zeuss

Or Disneyland and Mother Goose, no nurs'ry rhyme

God didn't make the little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

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 and meet me

Maybe grab a bite to eat

And he drops what he's doin' 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 lovin' me

Then all I've got to say

God didn't make the little green apples

It don't snow in Minneanapolis when the winter comes

There's no such thing as make-believe

Puppy dogs or autumn leaves, no B.B. guns

God didn't make the little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

And when myself is feeling low

I think about your face aglow and ease my mind