- Votes:
 - Composer:
 - Bobby Russell
 
- Genres:
 - 60s
 - Country
 
- Tags:
 - easy listening
 - english
 - usa
 
- See also:
 
Roger Miller - Little Green Apples lyrics
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 mornin' 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' lowRoger Miller - Little Green Apples - http://motolyrics.com/roger-miller/little-green-apples-lyrics.html
 I think about her face aglow and ease my mind
 Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy
 And ask her if she'd get away and meet me
 And maybe we could grab a bite to eat
 And she drops what she's doin'
 And she hurries down to meet me and I'm always late
 But she sits waitin' patiently
 And smiles when she first sees me 'cause she'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, autumn leaves and BB guns
 God didn't make little green apples
 And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime














