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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 Takes my hand Squeezes it, says How you feelin' hon? And I look across At smiling lips That warm my heart And see the morning sun 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 Dr. Seuss Disneyland And Mother Goose Is no nurs'ry rhyme God didn't make Little green apples It don't rain In Indianapolis In the summertime And when myself Is feelin' low I think about her face Aglow to ease my mind Sometimes I call her up at home Knowing she's busy And ask if she Could get away And meet me And grab a bite to eat She drops What she's doin' Hurries down to meet me And I'm always late But she sits Waiting patiently And smiles When she sees me Cause she's Made that way And if That's not lovin' me Then all I've got to say God didn't make Little green apples It don't snow In Minneanapolis When the winter comes There's no such thing As make-believe Puppy dogs And autumn leaves And B.B. guns God didn't make Little green apples In the summertime There's no such thing As Dr. Seuss Disneyland And Mother Goose Is no nurs'ry rhyme "