Well I wake up in the morning
With my hair down in my eyes
And she says hi
Then I stumble to the breakfast table
While the kids are going off to school
Goodbye
Then she reaches out and take 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 summertime
There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss
Disneyland or Mother Goose
There's no nursery rhymes
God didn't make the 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 it eases my mind
Sometimes I call her up at home
Ohh I know she's busy
And I ask if she can get away
And meet me for a bite to eat
And I know she drops what she's doing
And hurries down to meet me
And I'm always late
But she sits there waiting patiently
And smiles when she sees me
She's made that way
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 snow in Indianapolis when the winter comes
There's no such thing as make believe
Puppy dogs and autumn leaves
No BB guns because
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss
Disneyland or Mother Goose
No nursery rhymes
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime