Well I wake up in the morning. With my hair down in my eyes. And she says 'hi'. And I hurry to the breakfast table. While the kids are going off to school goodbye. And she reaches out and takes my hand. And squeezes it and says "how you feelin' hon? ". And I look across at smiling lips. That warms my heart. And I 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 Dr. Suess. 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 feeling low. I think about your face aglow and ease my mind. Sometimes I call him up knowing he's busy. And ask if he could get away and meet me. And maybe grab a bite to eat. And he drops what he's doing. And hurry's down to meet me. And I'm always late. He sits waiting patiently and smiles when he first sees me. Because he's made that way. 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 snow in Indianapolis when the winter comes. There's no such thing as make believe. Puppy dogs and autumn leaves no B. B. guns. God didn't make little green apples. And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime. And when my self is feeling low. I think about your face aglow and ease my mind