Little Green Apples (with Glen Campbell) Songtext

Well, I wake up in the morning With my hair down in my eyes And she says hi And I hurry 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 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 got to say God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime There's no such thing as Dr. 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 my self is feeling low I think about your face aglow and ease my mind Sometimes I call him up knowing he's busy And ask if he could get away and meet me And maybe grab a bite to eat And he drops what he's doing and hurry's down to meet me And I'm always late He sits waiting patiently and smiles when he first sees me Because 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 Indianapolis when the winter comes There's no such thing as make believe Puppy dogs and autumn leaves, no B.B. guns God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time And when my self is feeling low I think about your face aglow and ease my mind