Dennis Brown - Little Green Apples
With my hair down in my eyes, she says: "Hi"
And I stumble to the breakfast table
While the kids are going off to school, "goodbye"
She reaches out, takes my hand
Squeezes it and says: "How you feelin' hon?"
And I look across at smiling lips
That warms 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 the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time
There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss
Or Disneyland and mother goose, no nursery rhymes
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time
When myself is feeling low
I think about her face and go and ease my mind
Sometimes, I call her up at home, knowing she's busy
Ask her to get away, meet me and grab a bite to eat
She drops what she's doing
Hurries down to meet me, and I'm always late
She sits waiting patiently
Smiles when she first sees me, because she was made that way
And if that's not loving me, then all I've got to say
Oh wee, God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Minneapolis in the winter time
No, and when myself is feeling low
I think about her face and go and ease my mind
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the winter time
Note:
This song is a cover released in 1971. It was originally recorded by country singer Roger Miller and was first released in 1968.
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