AND I WAKE UP
IN THE MORNIN'
WITH MY HAIR DOWN
IN MY EYES
AND SHE SAYS HI
AND I STUMBLE
TO THE BREAKFAST
TABLE
WHILE THE KIDS
ARE GOIN' OFF
TO SCHOOL
GOODBYE
AND SHE REACHES OUT
AND TAKES MY HAND
AND SQUEEZES IT
AND SAYS
HOW YA FEELIN' HON
AND I LOOK ACROSS
AT SMILIN' LIPS
THAT WARM MY HEART
AND SEE
MY MORNIN' 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 DOCTOR SEUSS
OR DISNEYLAND
AND MOTHER GOOSE
THERE'S NO
NURSERY RHYME
GOD DIDN'T MAKE
LITTLE GREEN APPLES
AND IT DON'T RAIN
IN INDIANAPOLIS
IN THE SUMMERTIME
AND 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
AND ASK HER
IF SHE COULD GET AWAY
AND MEET ME
AND MAYBE
WE COULD
GRAB A BITE TO EAT
AND SHE DROPS
WHAT SHE'S DOIN'
AND SHE HURRIES DOWN
TO MEET ME
AND I'M ALWAYS LATE
BUT SHE SITS WAITIN'
PATIENTLY
AND SMILES
WHEN SHE FIRST
SEES ME
'CAUSE SHE'S MADE
THAT WAY
AND IF THAT AIN'T
LOVIN' ME
THEN ALL I'VE GOT
TO SAY
GOD DIDN'T MAKE
LITTLE GREEN APPLES
AND IT DON'T SNOW
IN MINNEAPOLIS
WHEN THE WINTER COMES
AND THERE'S
NO SUCH THING
AS MAKE-BELIEVE
PUPPY DOGS
AUTUMN LEAVES
AND BB GUNS
GOD DIDN'T MAKE
LITTLE GREEN APPLES
AND IT DON'T RAIN
IN INDIANAPOLIS
IN THE SUMMERTIME