"Little Green Apples"

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 goodbye.
And 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 my morning 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 Dr. Zeuss,
 Disneyland, and Mother Goose 
no nurs'ry rhyme.
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis 
when the winter comes.
There's no such thing as make-believe,
 puppy dogs, and autumn leaves 
and B.B. guns.
Sometimes I call her up at home 
knowing she's busy
And ask if she could get away 
and meet me, and grab a bite to eat.
And she drops what she's doin' and 
hurries down to meet me, 
and I'm always late.
But she sits, waiting patiently and 
smiles when she first sees me
Cause she's made that way 
and if that's not lovin' me
Then all I've got to say.