LITTLE GREEN APPLES

How you feelinī, hon?

I wake up in the morning

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, Ďní takes my hand

And squeezes it, says how youíre feeling, how.

And I look across at smiling lips

That warm my heart and see my morning sun.

And if thatís not loving me - if thatís not loving me

Then all Iíve got to say - then all Iíve got to say

God didnít make little green apples

And it donít rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

Thereís no such thing as Doctor Seuss

And Disneyland and mother Goose is no nursery rhyme,

God didnít make little green apples

It donít rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

And when myself is feelinī low

I think about her face glow and then I ease my mind.

Pa-da - Pa-pa, pa-pa, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-da - Pa-pa, pa-pa, pa-pa, pa-pa

Sometimes I call her up at home, although I know sheís busy

And ask if she can get away and meet me and grab a bit to eat

She drops what sheīs doing and hurries down to meet me and lím always late.

And she sits waiting patiently and smiles when she first sees me

Cause sheís made that way.

And if thatís not loving me - if thatís not loving me.

Then all Iíve got to say - then all Iíve got to say.

God didnít make little green apples

And if donít snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes

Thereís no such thing as make believe, and puppy dogs

And autumn leaves and bubble gums.

God didnīt make little green apples

And it donīt rain in Indianapolis in the summertimeÖ