When 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 Squeezes it and says, how you feelin', hon? And I look across at smiling lips that warms my heart And I see my morning sun And if that's not lovin' me Then all I've got to say God didn't make the little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime There's no such thing as Dr. Zeuss Or Disneyland and Mother Goose, no nurs'ry rhyme God didn't make the little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And when myself 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 can get away and meet me Maybe grab a bite to eat And he drops what he's doin' and hurries down to meet me And I'm always late But he sits waiting patiently and smiles when he first sees me Cause he's made that way And if that's not lovin' me Then all I've got to say God didn't make the little green apples It don't snow in Minneanapolis when the winter comes There's no such thing as make-believe Puppy dogs or autumn leaves, no B.B. guns God didn't make the little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And when myself is feeling low I think about your face aglow and ease my mind