Little Green Apples lyrics

And I wake up in the morning

With my hair down in my eyes and he says "Hi"

And I stumble to the breakfast table

While the kids are going off to school, "Goodbye"

And he reaches out and takes my hand

Squeezes it, says "How you 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 his face aglow and ease my mind

Sometimes I call him up at home knowing he's busy

And ask if he could get away and meet me

And maybe we could grab a bite to eat

Don't you know that he drops what he's doing

And hurries down to meet me and I'm always late

And he sits waiting patiently

And smiles when he first sees me, 'cause he's made that way

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 snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes

There's no such thing as make-believe

Puppy dogs, autumn leaves, no BB guns

God didn't make little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis...

• Artist:Vicki Lawrence
• Album:The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia