Little Green Apples
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 warms 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 the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss
Or Disneyland and Mother Goose, no nursery rhymes
God didn't make the 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 can get away, meet me and maybe grab a bite to eat
And he drops what he's doing 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
And it don't snow in Indianapolis when the winter comes
There's no such thing as make believe
Puppy dogs or autumn leaves, no BB guns
God didn't make the 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
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 warms 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 the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss
Or Disneyland and Mother Goose, no nursery rhymes
God didn't make the 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 can get away, meet me and maybe grab a bite to eat
And he drops what he's doing 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
And it don't snow in Indianapolis when the winter comes
There's no such thing as make believe
Puppy dogs or autumn leaves, no BB guns
God didn't make the 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
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Writer(s): Robert L. Russell
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