Roger Miller Little Green Apples (1968) lyrics

Roger Miller
Miscellaneous
Little Green Apples (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, squeezes it, says, how you 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
There's no such thing as Dr. Zeus, Disneyland, and Mother Goose no nursery rhyme
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis when the summer time
And when myself 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 if she could get away and meet me, and 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 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 when the summer time
And when myself is feeling low I think about her face aglow and ease my mind