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 and takes my hand

And squeezes it and 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

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

And there's no such thing as doctor suits

Or Disneyland and mother goose

There's no nursery rhyme

God didn't make a little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

And when myself is feelin' low

I think about her face to groove and ease my mind

Sometimes I call her up at home

Knowin' she's busy

And ask her if she could get away and meet me

Maybe we grab a bite to eat

And she drops what she's doing

And she 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 ain't lovin' me

Then all I've got to say

God didn't make new green apples

And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes

And there's no such thing as make believe

Puppy dogs autumn leaves and BB guns

God didn't make a little green apples