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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

Oh 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

Disneyland Mother Goose

There’s 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

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

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

If that ain’t loving me

Woah 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

In the summertime

And when my self is feeling low

I think about her face aglow

To ease my mind

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