Текст песни Little Green Apples - Joe Simon

Little Green Apples

When I wake up in the morning
With my hair down in my eyes and she says «Hi»
And I stumble out to the breakfast table
While the kids goin' off to school, goodbye
And she reaches out and takes my hand
Squeezes it and says «How ya feelin', hon?»
And I look across at smiling lips
That warms my heart and see my mornin' sun
If that’s not lovin' me
Then, all I’ve got to say is
God didn’t make little green apples
And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
No such thing as Doctor Seuss
Disneyland, and Mother Goose and no nursery rhyme
God didn’t make little green apples
And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
When my self is feelin' low
I think about her face aglow and I ease my mind
You know sometimes I call her up knowin' good and well she’s busy
I ask her if she could come down
And maybe we could grab a little bite to eat
She stops what she’s doin'
Hurries down to meet me and I’m always late
She sits waitin' patiently, smiles when she first sees me
'Cause she’s made that way
God didn’t make little green apples
And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime