And I wake up in the morning
With my hair down in my eyes and she says hi
Stumble to the while the kids
And she reaches out and takes my hand
And squeezes it and says
Are you feeling hung
And I look across the smiling lips
That warm my heart and see my morning sun
And if that's not loving me
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in indianapolis in the summertime
Mother goose is no nursery rhyme
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in indianapolis in the summertime
When my self is feeling low
I think about a face of ease my mind
Knowing she's busy
And ask her if she can get away
And meet me and maybe
And she drops what she's doing
She buries 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 many apples when the
Puppet dolls autumn leaves and bb guns
God didn't make a little green apples
And it don't rain in indianapolis in the summer