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 feeling 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 a little green apples
It don't rain in Indianapolis
In the summertime
There no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Disneyland or Mother Goose
Is no nursery rhyme
God didn't make a little green apples
And it ain't gonna rain in Indianapolis
In the summertime
When myself is feeling low
I think about her face aglow
To ease my mind
Sometimes I call her up at home
Knowing she's busy
And ask if she could get away
And meet me and maybe grab a bite to eat
Then she drops what she's doing
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's not loving me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make a little green apples
It don't snow in Minneapolis
When the winter comes
There's no such thing as make believe
Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns
God didn't make a little green apples
And it ain't gonna rain in Indianapolis
In the summertime
And when myself is feeling low
I think about her face aglow
To ease my mind
God didn't make a little green apples
And it ain't gonna rain in Indianapolis
In the summertime
And when myself is feeling low
I think about her face aglow