Karaoké Little Green Apples Roger Miller

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

Takes my hand and squeezes it and says

How you feelin' hon'

And I look across the 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 summer time

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 summer time

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 asked her if she can get away and meet me and maybe we can 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 'cos 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 Indianapolis when the winter comes

And there's no such thing as make-believe

Puppy dogs, autumn leaves and B.B. guns

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

And when myself is feelin' low

I think about her face aglow and ease my mind