Little Green Apples Songtext

von Bobby Goldsboro

And I wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eye
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 you feeling, hon?"
And I look across at smiling lips
That all I've got to say

God didn't make the little green apples
It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such things as Doctor Seuss, Disneyland and Mother Goose
There's no nursery rhyme

And when myself is feeling low
I think about her face aglow to 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 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 loving me, then all I've got to say

God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winters come
And there's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns