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, 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 lovin 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. Zeuss, Disneyland, and Mother Goose no nurs ry rhyme
God didn t make little green apples
And it don t rain in Indianapolis when the winter comes
There s no such thing as make-believe, puppy dogs, and autumn leaves and B.B. guns
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 doin and 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 s not lovin me
Then all I ve got to say
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