Little Green Apples - Patti Page, Glen Campbell

Well, 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

And squeezes it and says «How you feelin' hon?»

And I look across at smiling lips that warm my heart

And I see my morning sun

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 rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

There’s no such thing as Dr. Suess

Disneyland and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme

God didn’t make little green apples

And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

And when my self 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 could get away and meet me

And maybe grab a bite to eat

And he drops what he’s doing and hurry’s down to meet me

And I’m always late

He sits waiting patiently and smiles when he first sees me

Because 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 when the winter comes

There’s no such thing as make believe

Puppy dogs and autumn leaves, no B.B. guns

God didn’t make little green apples

And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summer time

And when my self is feeling low

I think about your face aglow and ease my mind