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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
And squeezes it and says
How you 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 the little green Apples,
And it don't rain in Indianapolis
In the Summer time.
There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss
Or Disney Land and Mother Goose,
There's
no Nursery Rhymes.
And
God didn't make the little green Apples,
And it don't rain in Indianapolis
In the Summer time.
And when myself is feeling low,
I think about her Face aglow
And ease my Mind.
Sometimes I call her up,
At Home,
Knowing she's busy.
Ah, and ask her if she could get away,
And meet me, maybe we can
Grab a Bite to eat.
And she drops what she's doing
And she hurries down to meet me,
And I'm always late.
But she sits waiting patiently,
And smiles when she first sees me,
'Cause she's made that Way.
And if that ain't Loving me,
Then all
I've got to say,
God didn't make the little green Apples,
And it don't snow in Minneapolis
When the Winter comes.
There's no such thing as Make-Believe,
And Puppy Dogs or Autumn Leaves,
And BB Guns.
God didn't make the little green Apples,
It don't rain in Indianapolis
In the Summer time.
There's no such thing as
Dr. Seuss
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(
Lyrics: Bobby Russell )
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