And I walk 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
Good-by!
And she reaches out and takes my hand
Squeezes it says, "How are you feeling, hon?"
And I look across at smiling lips that warm my heart
And see my morning sun
And that's not loving me, then all I've got to say is
God didn't make those little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And there's no such thing as Dr.Suess or
Disneyland and Mother Goose
There's no nursery rhyme.
(refrain)
God didn't make those little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And 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 her she could get aways and meet me
And maybe we could grab a bite to eat
And 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 is
God didn't make those little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make-believe or puppy dogs
And autumn leaves and BB guns.