Little Green Apples

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

God didn't make little green apples

It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss

Disneyland, Mother Goose, and no nursery rhyme

God didn't make little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

And when myself is feelin' low

I look for a cross and face aglow to ease my mind

Oh, sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy

And ask if she could get away

Meet me and grab a bite to eat

And she drops what she's doin'

And hurries down to meet me

And I'm always late

But she sits waitin' patiently, smiles when she first sees me

'Cause she's made that way

And if that ain't lovin' me then all I've got to say

Hmm, God didn't make little green apples

It don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes

And there's no such thing as make-believe

Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns

God didn't make little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time