O.C. Smith - Little Green Apples

When i wake up in the morningmy hair down in my eyes and she says hiand i stumble to the breakfast tableWhile the kids are going off to school ,goodbyeAnd she reaches out，and takes my handsqueezes it ，sayshow you feeling honeyand i look across at smiling lips that warm my heartand see my morning sunAnd if that's not loving me （loving me ...)Then all I've got to say （got to say ...)God didn't make little green applesand it don't rain in indianapolis in the summertimeThere’s no such thing as Dr. Seuss Disney landand mother goose no nursery rhymesGod didn't make little green applesand it don't rain in indianapolis in the summertimeAnd when myself is feeling lowI think about her face aglow and ease my mindsometimes I call her up at home even though I know that she's busy （she's busy）and I ask her if she could get away and meet me grab a bite to eat （ a bite to eat ）And she drops what she's doing and hurries down to meet meAnd I'm always lateBut she sits waiting patientlyAnd smiles when she first sees meBecause she's made that way （made that way ...）And if that's not loving me （loving me ...)Then all I've got to say （got to say ...)God didn't make little green applesand it don't snow in mineapolis when the winter comesthere's no such thing as make-believe puppy dogsand autumn leaves or no bb gunsGod didn't make little green applesand it don't rain in indianapolis in the summertime