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, goodbyeAnd 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 the morning sun

And if that's not lovin' me, then all I′ve got to say

God didn′t make little green apples

It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time

There′s no such thing as Dr. Zeuss

Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme

God didn't make those little green apples

And it don′t rain in Indianapolis in the summer time

And when myself is feeling low

I think about her face aglow to ease my mind

Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy

And ask if she can get away and meet me

And grab a bite to eat

She drops what she′s doin', hurries down to meet me

And I'm always late

But she sits, waiting patiently and smiles when she sees me

′Cause she′s made that way

And if that's not lovin′ me, then all I've got to say

God didn′t make little green apples

It don't snow in Indianapolis when the winter comes

There′s no such thing as make-believe

Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and B.B. guns

God didn't make little green apples in the summer time

There's no such thing as Dr. Zeuss

Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme

God didn′t make little green apples

It don′t snow in Indianapolis in the winter time

There's no such thing as make-believe

Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and B.B. guns