Little Green Apples Songtext

von Glen Campbell & Bobbie Gentry

And I wake up in the mornin' with my hair down in my eyes and she says hi
And I stumble to the breakfast table while the kids are goin' off to school goodbye
And she reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it and says how you feelin' hon
And I look across at smilin' 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
And there's no such thing as Doctor Suess
And Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme
God didn't make little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when myself is feelin' low I think about her face aglow and ease my mind
Sometimes I call him up at home knowin' he's busy
And ask him if he'd get away and meet me and maybe we could grab a bite to eat
And he drops what he's doin' and he hurries down to meet me and I'm always late
But he sits waitin' patiently
And smiles when he first sees me cause he's made that way
And if that ain't lovin' 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 think as make believe puppy dogs and autumn leaves and bb guns
God didn't make little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime