Little Green Apples Lyrics - Roger Miller

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 schoo, 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 

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...