Little Green Apples by Bobby Goldsboro
Little Green Apples lyrics
And I wake up in the morning with my hair down in my
eye
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?"
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 the little green apples
It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such things as Doctor Seuss, Disneyland and
Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme
God didn't make the little green apples
It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when myself is feeling low
I think about her face aglow to 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 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's not loving me, then all I've got to say
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winters come
And there's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns
God didn't make the little green apples
It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when myself is feeling low
I think about her face aglow to ease my mind
God didn't make the little green apples
It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
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