Testo Little Green Apples

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 goin' off to school goodbye And she reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it 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 And there's no such thing as Doctor Suess And 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 to ease my mind Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy And ask her if she could get away and meet me and 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 waitin' patiently And smiles when she first sees me cause she's made that way 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 snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes There's no such thing as make believe The puppy dogs and autumn leaves and the BB guns 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 to ease my mind And if that's not loving me