And I wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes and she says hiAnd I stumble to the breakfast table while th
e kids are going off to school, goodbye.And she reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it and says how you feeling hon?An
d I look across at smiling lips that warm my heart, and see my morning sun.And if thats not loving me, then all Ive got to sa
y,God didnt make the little green apples, and it dont rain in indianapolis in the summer time.And theres no such thing as dr.
seuss or disney land and mother goose, no nursery rhymes.God didnt make the little green apples, and it dont rain in indianap
olis in the summer time.And when myself is feeling low, I think about her face and go and ease my mind.Sometimes I call her
up, at home, knowing shes busy.And ask her if she can get away, meet me and maybe we can grab a bite to eat.And she drops wha
t shes doing and she hurries down to meet me, and Im always late.But she sits waiting patiently, and smiles when she first see
s me, because shes made that way.And if that aint loving me, then all Ive got to say,God didnt make the little green apples,
and it dont snow in minneapolis when the winter comes.And theres no such thing as make-believe, puppy dogs or autumn leaves,
no bb guns.God didnt make the little green apples, and it dont snow in minneapolis when the winter comes.