Whoa, I wake up in the morningsWith my hair down in my eyes, and she says, "Hi"And I stumble to the breakfast tableWhile the kids are goin' off to school, goodbyeAnd she reaches out and takes my handAnd squeezes it and says"How you feelin', hon'?"And I look across at smilin' lipsThat warm my heart and I see my morning sun
And if that's not lovin' me (lovin' me)Then all I've gotta say (gotta say)Is God didn't make little green applesAnd it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertimeThere's no such thing as Dr. SeussNo Disneyland, Mother Goose, there's no nursery rhyme
No, God didn't make little green applesAnd it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertimeAnd when my self is feelin' lowI think about her face aglow and ease my mind
Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy (she's busy)I ask her if she could get away and meet meAnd grab a bite to eat (a bite to eat)Whoa, and she drops what she's doin'And hurries down to meet me, and I'm always lateShe sits waitin' patiently, smiles when she first sees meShe's made that way (made that way)
And if that's not lovin' me (lovin' me)Then all I've gotta say (gotta say)Is God didn't make little green applesAnd it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comesThere's no such thing as make-believeNo puppy dogs and no autumn leaves and no BB guns (no, no)
No, God didn't make little green applesAnd it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertimeAnd when my self is feelin' lowI think about her face aglow and ease my mindGod didn't make little green applesAnd it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime