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're goin' 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 smilin' lips that warm my heart and see my morning sun
And if that's not lovin' me then all I gotta say

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
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 her face aglow and ease my mind

Sometimes I'll call her up at home knowin' she's busy
And I'll ask her if she'd get away and come downtown and meet me
And maybe we could grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she's doin' and she hurries down to meet me and I'm always late
But she sits waitin' patiently and smiles when she first sees me
Cause she's made that way
And if that's not lovin' me then all I gotta say

God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
There's no such think as make believe puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns
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 her face aglow and ease my mind

Writer : BOBBY RUSSELL
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group