Little Green Apples - Graham Blvd.
I wake up in the mornin'
With my hair down in my eyes and she says "Hi"
I stumble to the breakfast table
While the kids are goin' off to school goodbye
And she reaches out and takes my hand
Squeezes it and says "How you feelin', hon?"
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And I look across at smilin' lips
That warm my heart and see my mornin' sun
And if that's not lovin' me, lovin' me
Then all I've got to say, got to say
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
When myself is feelin' low
I think about her face aglow and ease my mind
Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy
She's busy
And ask her if she could get away and meet me
And grab a bite to eat
She drops what she's doin'
And hurries down to meet me
I'm always late
But she sits waitin' patiently
Smiles when she first sees me
'Cause she's made that way
And if that's not lovin' me, lovin' me
Then all I've got to say, got to say
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
There's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, and autumn leaves and BB guns
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhymes