And I wake up in the morning

"Little green apples"

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
And squeezes it and says "How ya 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
Little green apples
And it don't rain
In Indianapolis
In the summertime
And there's no such thing
As Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland,
And Mother Goose,
No nursery rhyme

God didn't make
Little green apples
And it don't rain
In Indianapolis
In the summertime
And when my self
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 her if she could get away and meet me
And maybe we could 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
And there's no such thing
As make-believe
Puppy dogs,
Autumn leaves
And BB guns

God didn't make
Little green apples
And it don't rain
In Indianapolis

Bobby Russell (m+w)

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