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 YOU 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
THE LITTLE
GREEN APPLES
AND IT DON'T RAIN
IN INDIANAPOLIS
IN THE SUMMERTIME
AND THERE'S
NO SUCH THING
AS DOCTOR SEUSS
OR DISNEYLAND
AND MOTHER GOOSE
IS NO NURSERY RHYME
GOD DIDN'T MAKE
THE 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 CAN 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
THE LITTLE
GREEN APPLES
AND IT DON'T SNOW
IN MINNEAPOLIS
WHEN THE
WINTER COMES
AND THERE'S
NO SUCH THING
AS MAKE-BELIEVE
PUPPET DOLLS
AUTUMN LEAVES
AND B-B GUNS
GOD DIDN'T MAKE
THE LITTLE
GREEN APPLES
AND IT DON'T RAIN
IN INDIANAPOLIS
IN THE SUMMERTIME