Artist: O.C. Smith Album: The Very Best Of O.C. Smith (2003) Title: Little Green Apples
Lyrics Little Green ApplesOh I wake up in the mornin' With my hair down in my eyes and she says "Hi" And I stumble to the breakfast table While the kids are goin' off to school...goodbye And she reaches out 'n' takes my hand squeezes it 'n' says "How ya feelin', hon?" And I look across at smilin' lips That warm my heart and see my mornin' sun
And if that's not lovin' me Then all I've got to say Oh 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 Disneyland, and Mother Goose is 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 feelin' low I think about her face aglow to ease my mind
Sometimes, I call her up at home knowin' she's busy And ask if she could get away And meet me and grab a bite to eat And she drops what she's doin' and hurries down to meet me I'm always late She sits waitin' patiently, smiles when she first sees me 'cause she's made that way
If that's not lovin' me Whoa 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 'n' BB guns
God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime Hey, and when my self is feelin' low I think about her face aglow to ease my mind |