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And i wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes and she says hi
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And i stumble to the breakfast table while the kids are going off to school, goodbye.
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And she reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it and says how you feeling hon?
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And i look across at smiling lips that warm my heart, and see my morning sun.
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And if that's not loving me, then all i've got to say,
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God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't rain in indianapolis in the summer time.
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And there's no such thing as dr. seuss or disney land and mother goose, no nursery rhymes.
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God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't rain in indianapolis in the summer time.
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And when myself is feeling low, i think about her face and go and ease my mind.
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Sometimes i call her up, at home, knowing she's busy.
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And ask her if she can get away, meet me and maybe we can grab a bite to eat.
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And she drops what she's doing and she hurries down to meet me, and i'm always late.
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But she sits waiting patiently, and smiles when she first sees me, because she's made that way.
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And if that ain't loving me, then all i've got to say,
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God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't snow in minneapolis when the winter comes.
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And there's no such thing as make-believe, puppy dogs or autumn leaves, no bb guns.
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God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't snow in minneapolis when the winter comes.
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And when myself is feeling low, i think about her face and go and ease my mind.
Written by Ray Price