Frank Sinatra Little Green Apples Lyrics

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, 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 summertime.
There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss, Disneyland, and Mother Goose is no nurs'ry rhyme.
God didn't make little green apples,
it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime.
And when myself is feelin' 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 could 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 Minneanapolis 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 summertime.
There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss, Disneyland, and Mother Goose is no nurs'ry rhyme.