Little Green Apples
Well, I wake up in the morningWith my hair down in my eyesAnd she says hiAnd I hurry to the breakfast tableWhile the kids are going off to school, goodbyeAnd she reaches out and takes my handAnd squeezes it and says "how you feelin' Hon?"And I look across at smiling lips that warms my heartAnd I see my morning sunAnd if that's not loving meThen all I've got to say
God didn't make little green applesAnd it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertimeThere's no such thing as Dr. SuessDisneyland and Mother Goose, no nursery rhymeGod didn't make little green applesAnd it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertimeAnd when my self is feeling lowI think about your face aglow and ease my mind
Sometimes I call him up knowing he's busyAnd ask if he could get away and meet meAnd maybe grab a bite to eatAnd he drops what he's doing and hurry's down to meet meAnd I'm always lateHe sits waiting patiently and smiles when he first sees meBecause he's made that wayAnd if that's not loving meThen all I've got to say
God didn't make little green applesAnd it don't snow in Indianapolis when the winter comesThere's no such thing as make believePuppy dogs and autumn leaves, no B.B. gunsGod didn't make little green applesAnd it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertimeAnd when my self is feeling lowI think about your face aglow and ease my mind