Little Green Apples Glenn Campbell, Roger Miller (#39 in 1968)

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
And squeezes it and says “How ya feeling, hon?”
And I look across at smiling lips
That warm my heart and see my morning sun
 
And if that’s not loving 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
    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 feeling low
    I think about her face aglow
    And ease my mind

 
Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she’s busy
And ask her if she could get away and meet me
And maybe we could grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she’s doing
And she 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 ain’t loving me
Then all I’ve got to say
 
    God didn’t make Little green apples
    And it don’t snow in Minneapolis
    When the winter comes and there’s no such thing
    As make-believe, puppy dogs, Autumn leaves
    And BB guns 

    God didn’t make Little green apples
    And it don’t rain in Indianapolis