Little Green Apples lyrics

Artist  : O.C. Smith 
Song : Little Green Apples
 


And I wake up in the mornin'
With my hair down
in my eyes and she says "Hi"
And I stumble to
the breakfast table
While the kids are goin'
off to school…goodbye
And she reaches out
'n' takes my hand
And squeezes it 'n' says
"How ya feelin', hon?"
And I look across at
smilin' lips
That warm my heart and see my
mornin' 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 Seuss
Or 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 feelin' low
I think about her face
aglow 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
And maybe we
could grab a bite to eat
And she drops what
she's doin' and she hurries down to meet
me
And I'm always late
But she sits waitin'
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 little 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 'n' BB
guns

FADE

God didn't make little
green apples
And it don't rain in
Indianapolis