Little Green Apples — текст песни (Dean Martin)

(Bobby Russell)

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 gonna to school goodbye.
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 lovin` me then all I`ve got to say
God didn`t make little green apples
And it don`t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There`s no such thing as Doctor Suess
Disneyland or 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 myself is feelin` low
I think about her face aglow and 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
Then she drops what she`s doin` and hurries down to meet me
And I`m always late but she sits waitin` patiently
And 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
God didn`t make little green apples
It don`t snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
There`s no such think as make believe
Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns
God didn`t make little green apples
And it don`t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
When myself is feelin` low
I think about her face aglow and ease my mind.

To ease my mind, to ease my mind...