| Lyrics: | (B. Russel)
[Recorded November 13, 1968, Hollywod]
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 and takes my hand,
Squeezes it,
says, how you feelin' 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
Dr. Zeuss, Disneyland, and Mother Goose no nurs'ry rhyme.
God didn't make little green
apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis when the winter comes.
There's no such thing as
make-believe, puppy dogs, and autumn leaves and B.B. guns.
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.
And
she drops what she's doin' and hurries down to meet me, and I'm always late.
But she sits,
waiting patiently and smiles when she first sees me
Cause she's made that way and if that's not
lovin' me
Then all I've got to say. |
