Little Green Apples

(album: Wine Me Up - 1969)

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 you feeling hon
Then I look across at smiling lips that warm my heart
And then I see my morning sun

And if that's not loving me then all I've got to say is

God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor Suess
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 myself 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'd 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 is

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 BB guns...