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 on?
And I look across at smiling lips
That warm my heart and see
My morning sun
And if that's not lov ing me,
Then all I've got to say
is...
Cops didn't make a little green apples,
and it don't rain in Indianapolis
in the summertime.
There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss,
Disneyland and Mardi Gras,
there's no nursery rhyme.
Cops didn't make a little green apples,
and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the
summertime.
When my soul is feeling low,
I think about a basic low
to ease my mind
Sometimes I go a -rubbin' home,
knowing she's busy
I ask if she could get
away and meet me,
have a bite to eat
And she drops what she's doing,
hurries down to meet me
when I'm always late
But she sits waiting patiently
and smiles when she first sees me,
cause she's made of clay
An d if that's not loving me,
then all I've got to say
Cops didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in many an apples
in the winter time
There's no such thing as
make -believe
Puppy dogs and au tumn leaves
and beep -beep guns
Cups didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapples
in the summertime
When my soul is feeling low
I think about the basic law
to ease my mind
Cops didn't make little green apples
Cops didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis
And it don't rain, rain, rain
And it don't rain
It don't rain
It don't rain
And it don't rain
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