Well, 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
And squeezes it and says
how you feelin' Hon
And I look across
at smiling lips that warm my heart
And I see my morning sun
And if that's not loving 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
There's no such thing
as Dr. Suess
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 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 could get away
and meet me
maybe grab a bite to eat
And he drops what he's doing
and hurry's down to meet me
And I'm always late
He sits waiting
patiently and smiles
when he first sees me
Because he's made that way
And if that's not loving me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make
little green apples
And it don't snow in Indianapolis
when the winter comes
There's no such thing
as make believe
Puppy dogs and autumn leaves,
no B.B. guns
God didn't make
little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis
in the summer time
And when my self is feeling low
I think about your face aglow
and ease my mind