I wake up in the morning With my hair down in my eyes and she say "Hi!" And I stumble over to the breakfast table While the kids are going off to school, goodbye And she reaches out an' takes my hand, squeezes it and says "How you feelin' Hon?" And I look across at smiling lips That warm my heart and I see my morning sun And if that's not loving me Then all I've gotta say Oh 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 is no nursery rhyme Oh God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And when myself is feelin' low I think about a face a glow to ease my mind
And sometimes I call her up at home Knowing all the time that she's busy And I ask her if she could get away And maybe meet me somewhere And we can get a bite to eat And you know she always drops what she's doing And hurries down to meet me And I'm always late But she sits waiting patiently And she smiles when she first sees me Cause she is made that way And if that is not loving me Then all I've got to say Oh God didn't make little green apples And it don't snow in Indianapolis when the winter comes There is no such thing as make believe, Puppy dogs and autumn leaves And B.B. guns Oh God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime