Patti Page - Little green apples lyrics

And I wake up in the mornin' With my hair down in my eyes and he says Hi And I stumble to the breakfast table While the kids are goin' off to school goodbye And he reaches out 'n' takes my hand And squeezes it 'n' says How ya feelin', hon? And I look across at smilin' lips That warm my heart and see my mornin' sun And if that's not lovin' 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 feelin' low I think about his face aglow and ease my mind Sometimes I call him up at home knowin' he's busy And ask him if he could get away and meet me And maybe we could grab a bite to eat And he drops what he's doin' and he hurries down to meet me And I'm always late But he sits waitin' patiently and smiles when he first sees me 'Cause he's made that way And if that ain't lovin' 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 And there's no such thing as make-believe Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns FADE God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis