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 ´n´ takes my hand
And squeezes it ´n´ says "How ya feelin´, hon?"
And I look across at smilin´ lips
That warm my heart and see my mornin´ 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 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 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 her if she could get away and meet me
And maybe we could grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she´s doin´ and she 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 ain´t 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
And there´s no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves ´n´ BB guns

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God didn´t make little green apples
And it don´t rain in Indianapolis