And I wake up in the morning
With my hair down in my eyes
And he says: Hi

And I stumble to the breakfast table
While the kids are goin' off to school
Goodbye

And he reaches out
And takes my hand
Squeezes it says:
How you feeling hon?

And I look across
At smiling lips
That warm my heart
And see my morning sun

And if that's not lovin' me
Then all I've got to say

God didn't make little green apples
It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
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 his face aglow to ease my mind

Sometimes I call him up at work
Knowing he's busy
And ask if he could get away
And meet me and never bite to eat

I know he drops
Everything he's doing
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 loving me
Then all I've got to say

God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Indianapolis in the winter times
There's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and B.B. guns

God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme

God didn't make little green apples...