"Little Green Apples" Lyrics

(Bobby Russell)

And I wake up in the mornin' with my hair down in my eyes
And she says hi
And I stumble to the breakfast table
While the kids are runnin' off to school goodbye.

She reaches out and takes my hand, squeezes it
And says how you feelin' hon
And I look across at smilin' 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 little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor Suess
Disneyland and Mother Goose is 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 her face aglow
And ease my mind.

Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy
And ask if she could get away and meet me
And maybe grab a bite to eat
And 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 ain't lovin' 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
And when myself is feelin' low I think about her face aglow
And ease my mind...