And I wake up in the mornin'
With my hair down in my eyes
And she says hi
And I stumble to the breakfast table
While the kids are going off to school, goodbye
And she reaches out, takes my hand
Squeezes it, and says, how you feelin' hon?
And I look across at smiling lips
That warm my heart and see the morning 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
There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss
Disneyland, and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme
God didn't make those little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when myself is feelin' low
I think about, her a face a glow, to ease my mind

Sometimes I call her up at home, knowing she's busy
And ask if she could get away and meet me
And grab a bite to eat
She drops what she's doin', 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 lovin' 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, and B.B. guns
God didn't make little green apples, in the summertime
And there's no such thing as Dr. Seuss
Disneyland, and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme
God didn't make little green apples
It don't snow, in Indianapolis in the winter times
Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy
There's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, and autumn leaves, and B.B. guns...