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?"
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 And I look across at smiling lips
 That warm my heart and see the morning sun
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 And if that's not lovin' me, then all I've got to say
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 God didn't make little green apples
 It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time
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 There's no such thing as Dr. Zeuss
 Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme
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 God didn't make those little green apples
 And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time
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 And when myself is feeling low
 I think about her face aglow to ease my mind
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 Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy
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 And ask if she can get away and meet me
 And grab a bite to eat
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 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
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 God didn't make little green apples
 It don't snow in Indianapolis when the winter comes
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 There's no such thing as make-believe
 Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and B.B. guns
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 God didn't make little green apples in the summer time
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 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
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 There's no such thing as make-believe
 Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and B.B. guns