Karaoké Little Green Apples O. C. Smith

Oh 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

Oh yes

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

Oh God didn't make little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

Hmm

And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss

Or 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 feelin' low

I think about her face aglow and ease my mind

Sometimes

I call her up at home knowin' she's busy

Yeah

And ask if she could get away

And meet me and grab a bite to eat

Mmh

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 'cos she's made that way

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

God didn't make little green apples and it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes

Ha ha

And there's no such thing as makebelieve

Puppy dogs

Autumn leaves and BB guns

God didn't make little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime