And I wake up in the morning
With my hair down in my eyes
And she says hi
And I stumble 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 see my morning sun
And if that's not loving 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 summer time
And 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 summer time
And when myself is feeling low
I think about her face and go
And ease my mind
Sometimes I call her up
At home, knowing she's busy
And ask her if she can get away
Meet me and maybe we can grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she's doing
And she hurries down to meet me
And I'm always late
But she sits waiting patiently
And smiles when she first sees me
Because she's made that way
And if that ain't loving me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis
When the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs or autumn leaves
And BB guns
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis
In the summer time