Little Green Apples - Patti Page

作词：Bobby Russell

作曲：Bobby Russell

And I wake up in the morning

With my hair down in my eyes

and he says Hi

And I stumble to the breakfast table

While the kids are going off

to school goodbye

And he reaches out in takes my hand

And squeezes it 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

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

Or Disneyland and Mother Goose

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 his face aglow and ease my mind

Sometimes I call him up at home

knowing i'm busy

And ask him if he could get away

and meet me

to grab a bite to eat

And i drops what he＇s doing

and i hurries down to meet me

And I＇m always late

But he sits waiting patiently

and smiles when he first sees me

＇Cause he＇s made that way

And if that ain＇t 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 in BB guns

FADE

God didn＇t make little green apples

And it don＇t rain in Indianapolis summer times

there's no time to such doctor sees

this is land mortherand morther

it's no nerve relize