And 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 and takes my hand   Squeezes it and says how you feelin' hon   And I look across at smiling lips   That warm my heart and 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 Doctor Suess   Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme   God didn't make little green apples   And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime      And when myself is feeling low   I think about her face aglow and ease my mind   Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy   And ask if she could get away and meet me and 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 loving 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      There's no such think as make believe   Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns   God didn't make little green apples   And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime