Little Green Apples

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And I wake up in the mornin'
with my hair down in my eyes and she
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 says "Hi"
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And I stumble to the breakfast table
while the kids are goin' off to 
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school goodbye
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And she reaches out and takes my 
hand
and squeezes it and says "How ya 
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feelin', hon?"
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And I look across at smilin' lips
that warm my heart and see my 
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mornin' sun

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And if that's not lovin' me
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then all I've got to say

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God didn't make little green apples
and it don't rain in Indianapolis in
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 the summertime
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And there's no such thing as Doctor 
Seuss
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or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, 
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no nursery rhyme
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God didn't make little green apples
and it don't rain in Indianapolis in
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 the summertime
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And when my self is feelin' low
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I think about her face aglow and 
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ease my mind

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Sometimes I call her up at home 
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knowin' she's busy
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and ask her if she could get away 
and meet me
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and maybe we could grab a bite to 
eat
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And she drops what she's doin' and 
she hurries down to meet me
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and I'm always late
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But she sits waitin' patiently and 
smiles when she first sees me
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'cause she's made that way

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And if that's not lovin' me
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then all I've got to say

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God didn't make little green apples
and it don't snow in Minneapolis 
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when the winter comes
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And there's no such thing as make 
believe,
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puppy dogs, autumn leaves and BB 
guns

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God didn't make little green apples