Little Green Apples

(Bobby Russell)



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

Squeezes it and says how you feelin' 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 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 feeling low

I think about her face aglow

And 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 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

'Cause she's made that way

And if that ain't loving me

Then all I've got to say.



God didn't make little green apples

And 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 little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis

In the summertime...