Little Green Apples

(Bobby Russell)



And I wake up in the mornin' with my hair down in my eyes

And she says hi

And I stumble to the breakfast table

While the kids are runnin' off to school goodbye.



She reaches out and takes my hand, squeezes it

And says how you feelin' hon

And I look across at smilin' lips that warm 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 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 feelin' low I think about her face aglow

And ease my mind.



Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy

And ask if she could get away and meet me

And maybe grab a bite to eat

And she drops what she's doin' 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 ain't lovin' 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

And when myself is feelin' low I think about her face aglow

And ease my mind...