And I
wake
up in the morning
with my hair down
and my eyes and she says,
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, says,
how you feeling, huh?
Then I look across at smiling lips
that form my heart
and see my mornin' sun.
And if that's not lov in' me,
then all I've got to say...
I didn't make little green apples,
and they don't rain in Indianapolis
in the summertime.
There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss,
Disneyland,
and Mother Goose,
there's no nursery rhyme.
God didn't make little green apples,
and they don't rain in Indiana poles
in the summertime.
And when myself is feeling low,
I think about that place I go to ease
my mind.
Sometimes I call her up at home,
knowing she's busy.
And ask if she could get
away and meet me
An d grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she's doing
And hurries down to meet me
And I'm always late, you're always late
But she sits waitin' pa tiently
And smiles when she first sees me
Cause she's named that way
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 snow in Minneapolis
when the winter comes
There's no such thing
as make -believe
Puppy dogs and autumn leaves
and pee -pee gums
I 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 that place to go to in my mind